Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 551 - 98: Return Like Lightning_2
Boom!
Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky.
Flames erupted.
To the shock of countless gazes, the blood-stained dragon flag unexpectedly ignited in the storm, the flames not scorching the banner itself but rather encircling it, illuminating the darkness like a torch.
Duncan slightly tilted his head, glancing towards the direction of the hill, where the silhouette of Witch Gleya appeared in the distant darkness.
The fiercely burning blood-stained dragon flag danced wildly in the wind!
"Sarmatian Dragon Cavalry!"
"Follow me!"
Duncan’s deep voice stirred hearts and morale, and amidst the fervent roars of the Sarmatian cavalry, Duncan’s figure charged forward, like a storm, cutting through the enemy lines, completely turning the tide of battle and scattering the fierce nomads before him.
The entire battle concluded as swiftly as a myth reborn.
When Duncan lowered the warrior woman in his arms and approached the fallen nomadic leader with his necromantic spear, his cold gaze lowered, and he slowly said: "Surrender, or die?"
All spirits trembled gently.
Your Majesty was as domineering as ever.
The shaman among the crowd was the first to kneel, followed by a chorus of submissive murmurs from the nomadic warriors, submitting to the man who seemed capable of wielding lightning and fire.
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The boundless grasslands.
Two figures rode magnificent horses galloping across the vast expanse, in the distance stood tens of thousands of cattle and sheep tents, with a grand altar in the center, marking the Damuda festival of the nomads, which translates to the ritual of worshipping the heavens.
This ceremony is equivalent to the new year for many nomadic tribes, many small tribes also use this day for marriage alliances to ensure the flow of bloodlines among them.
Although they have traditions of brother succession and father to son inheritance, in this primitive era it hardly counts for much.
The West is even more chaotic.
During this time, nomadic tribes everywhere arrange corresponding rituals, with three major festivals being the most important: the first is worshipping heaven, the second is worshipping the earth, and the last is worshipping ancestors, mountains, and fire. Since there are not many mountains on the grasslands, they would arrange a heap of stones to represent the distant Holy Mountain.
"I thought you would take me south, but I didn’t expect you to bring me to the grasslands." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Witch Gleya, looking travel-worn, covered her beautiful face with a veil as she looked at Duncan beside her and said: "Is there something you need here?"
The Gods of Faith are active in the south, a prosperous area even further south than the Golden Coast, only accessible by crossing the golden desert into the sub-continent region.
This world’s primordial continent has not completely split, and could be understood as North and South America, Africa, Europe, and Asia, and even Australia being on a connected continental shelf, though some parts have turned into sub-continents, there still remains land to cross.
Moreover, the climate in many areas violates Material Law, with the Golden Coast turning subtropical due to the power of Aman God.
"Going south?"
"The competition there is too fierce."
Duncan smiled slightly, turning to say: "Haven’t you heard a rumor from the south?"
Witch Gleya looked puzzled, tilting her ear to listen: "What rumor?"
Duncan smiled and said: "Legend has it, in the southern City of Roses to the Glory City’s Misty Mountains, there’s a mysterious old man who aids passing merchants, travelers, mercenaries, providing directions, helping the lost, and offering shelter. He also spreads the faith of a new emerging god."
Witch Gleya seemed reminded of something, murmuring: "Are you speaking of the Journey God, Rant?"
Duncan nodded slowly.
Gleya looked astonished and asked: "Do you think the rumor is true?"
Duncan smiled without answering.
In the rumor, there’s a god not faring so well, neither having a stronghold of faith nor a powerful church, often finding ways to embody a mortal appearance and spread faith by helping the lost.
Yes, spreading their own faith, a god personally proselytizing.
Bro, trust me.
Guaranteed!
Actually, this is kinda like blending into a gang, gods being the leaders of the sects, early Gods of Faith didn’t have such high prestige, it wasn’t rare for them to embody and manifest miracles for spreading faith.
But regardless of the truth in those rumors, there’s no doubt that it’s already a fiercely competitive place.
Everyone wants that juiciest piece of meat.
For Duncan, running to someone else’s territory to snatch, it’s better to develop in the wild.
Moreover, another aspect of Aman God lies in the southern Glory City, a bustling commercial alliance of city-states thriving due to its geographically advantageous position, much like the Sword Coast in Dungeons and Dragons, situated on the best piece of land on the sub-continent.
In this era, humans still lack the ability to massively alter nature, so the city-states that can rise are all geographically blessed.
A people constantly beaten by the mother river is rare throughout human history.
Not to mention one river even fiercer than the mother river.
That natural bay is the stronghold of the Gods of Faith, bordered by the golden desert on one side and isolated by dense jungle on the other.
Dimension Space.
In Duncan’s god’s eye view, the ’All Eyes on’ mark glimmered faintly, the wind of the grasslands encircled his body, as if rejoicing and eager to move.
Ahead, several riders galloped over, the leading old shaman, upon seeing Duncan, was extremely excited and respectfully bowed his head, saying: "All spirits have issued an oracle!"
