Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 533 - 92: Reproduction, Human Correction!_3
"The ones who will save this land."
In many places, marriage institutions have only been around for a thousand years. Some tribal civilizations still maintain the tradition of communal marriage, but none are as severe as the Golden Coast. If it continues like this, it won’t take many years before the curse of bloodline marriages alone can destroy their lineage.
Future offspring may not even be normal humans.
Similarly, the chaotic beliefs here worry him. Deep inside, he has a terrifying idea, which is to reform religion, to let the manifestations of the Divine Spirits fuse and replace the old beliefs.
But all of this is not something he can easily achieve, especially in this era where Divine Spirits are everywhere.
They rule under the name of Divine Spirits’ bloodline, so reforming religion is not that easy.
"Your Highness."
"Don’t rush."
The elder gazed into the distance, muttering, "The storm from the plains is gradually spreading. They will reshape the world’s order with destructive war."
"The ancient traditions of the Barbarians from the distant Northern Land will also affect many nations."
In the unseen, the world is correcting everything.
The downfall of Ancient Egypt, the downfall of Ancient Persia, was not just because they faced powerful enemies, but also because their own problems were difficult to resolve, ultimately leading to destruction and rebirth.
Now, the most important thing is for this branch of the Golden Desert to have a wise king, to abandon old traditions, and to continue the civilization free from bloodline curses.
That is also the purpose of his existence as a wise man.
The Barbarian Race, even if they fail this time, will come back again, and the Golden Coast, deeply cursed by bloodlines, will eventually be destroyed by them.
Sooner or later.
The many nations of the Golden Coast will undergo a bloodline transformation by outsiders, and their descendants will escape the thousands of years of bloodline curses.
"The plains? The nomads?"
Metris gazed far into the distance, slowly saying, "I have heard their legends. They are warriors who believe in Heaven."
"It is said that they waged war to the end of the continent, encountering the fabled elves of Middle-earth."
The elder solemnly said, "Now they have returned."
"When they pull their war bows and raise their long knives, tearing everything apart with destructive war, the opportunity you’ve been waiting for will appear."
The nomadic invasion is destructive and calamitous.
But their invasion also brought a new round of bloodline integration, which, to some extent, surprisingly dissolved the bloodline curses of the Dark Ages.
This vast army continues forward.
Behind the overwhelming camel cavalry are tens of thousands of infantry with spears and shields. These soldiers from the Golden Desert originated from the farthest edge of the Upper Golden Country. Compared to the natives Duncan once saw, they are stronger and darker, their bodies and wills honed by sand and storm. With reforms by a wise king, their soldiers are even more powerful.
"Barbarian Race..."
Metris gazed toward the direction of the River of Thebes, his eyes deep, seemingly hesitant, muttering, "Great Isis, Mother of Life, Savior."
"Can you give me a hint?"
"This battle."
"What should I do?"
No matter how wise a king is, there are moments of powerlessness against the tides of time. The Furious Gods are not a well-tempered group of beings, and their savage expansion will inevitably unite the Lesser Gods of the Golden Coast to cope, especially as the era of the Gods of Faith arrives, and the gods of the Dark Ages seek transformation.
The elder wise man seemed to see the wise king’s worries and confusion. He too was seeking answers because the Furious Gods are not an easy group of Divine Spirits to get along with.
They need more rational and wise allies.
These wise ones who serve the God of Wisdom, Thoth, have foreseen the decline of the fire worshippers. The flame from ancient Persia may not continue to burn on this land.
A mother overthrows her son’s rule.
They are waiting, waiting for that great goddess to decide to take on her son.
This is an extremely difficult decision.
But that great goddess, she once went to Rome and had a strong following there.
Not only did she go, but Mitra also went, and Aetius’s protection is "Mitra’s Army."
It originates from Zoroastrianism.
That great goddess seems to be waiting for something.
Whether it is a person or a timing is unknown.
Recently, there have been some anomalies within the Beast Worship Sect, as some of the Divine Spirits seem to have fled this conflict.
They neither support nor remain neutral, simply fleeing, even the Church Priests have relocated.
The army moved all the way west.
Upon reaching a rushing great river, huge crocodiles appeared one by one in the muddied waters ahead, followed by herds of hippos. These were bigger than the hippos of the Root World, almost the size of elephants.
The hippos used their bodies to block the river, creating a dam, and then a small river path appeared in the shallow waters, a pathway wide enough for soldiers to ride their tall camels across directly.
This was nothing short of a miracle.
The soldiers from the Golden Desert, who followed Metris on the expedition, were invigorated. They crossed the river effortlessly and could reach the battlefield quicker.
But Metris’s expression was extremely solemn, muttering, "The Hippo God, and the Crocodile God."
"They are helping us!..."
The enemy was more formidable than they had imagined!
If it weren’t an urgent situation, he could not think of any reason why these powerful demigods would help them cross the river quickly in this manner to reach the battlefield.
This was not good news.
The army of Barbarians may have already breached the Lower Golden Coast, forcing them to pin their hope on the Upper Golden Coast, or even the Desert Countries on the periphery.
In fact, everything Metris predicted was not wrong.
Duncan once again arrived at the Aswan Kingdom, but this time he brought tens of thousands of troops. The union of many tribes from the northern Barbarians had arrived, the Thunder Beast Tribe, Wolf Tribe, Bear Tribe, etc. Thousands of Barbarians marched forward triumphantly with tens of thousands of Vassal Army.
Duncan cut off the River of Thebes, capturing city-states one after the other and forcing them to submit, eventually surrounding the city of Aswan and forcing the Elephant Queen to declare her stance.
—— The Elephant Queen - Aiko (Spirit of Animals) (Spirit of Totem) (Six-Star Silver-Gray)!
Amidst the heavy footsteps.
A group of enormous elephants appeared at the edge of Duncan’s sight, led by the Elephant Queen marked with a six-star silver-gray, stronger than many Legendary Heroes.
Once again, he saw the Elephant Maiden - Ashati, but this time, she had to give an answer.
At this point, cutting off both the Upper and Lower Golden Coast was an unattainable strategic goal.
Thus Duncan must first conquer the Lower Golden Coast to avoid being attacked on two fronts, and by sweeping away many of the beastly demigods, he wouldn’t have to worry about being attacked from behind in the future ultimate battle. Along the way, Duncan also casually slew one or two legendary figures, though the Barbarian heroes also suffered slight casualties.
As long as there is no stubborn resistance, Duncan generally refrains from massacres.
After all, he is not the earlier Kratos.
The Elephant Maiden - Ashati stood atop the majestic Elephant Queen, her expression grave, hesitant, struggling.
She knew that one wrong choice could lead to catastrophic flames of war engulfing the city-state, as their power alone could not stop the overwhelming Barbarians.
Duncan slowly moved forward, hefting the heavy ancestral battle axe, pointing it at the Elephant Maiden before him, saying in a deep voice, "Make your choice."
"Ashati."
The storm rages, thunder roars.
The Furious Gods are watching, demanding not only the Aswan Kingdom’s attitude but also the attitude of the Elephant Goddess behind them.
Ultimately.
The Elephant Maiden - Ashati slowly descended to the ground, kneeling on one knee before Duncan, expressing submission.
At this moment, the first Beast Worship Sect Divinity leaning towards the Furious Gods appeared.
Ashati had sent messengers requesting reinforcements from the Upper Golden Coast, but received no response. She had no other choices left, as she could not save this country by herself.
With the onset of war, she would also be slaughtered by the Barbarian heroes!
If she resisted at all costs, according to Barbarian tradition, they might annihilate the entire kingdom, killing all adult males.
Duncan too did not seek to massacre cities.
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