Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 577 - 107: Duncan Throws Elephants! Assault on the Holy Sanctuary!

Media Plain.

After defeating the Chaghatai Khan, Duncan did not make things difficult for him, instead, he treated him well with good food and drink, and kept him by his side.

It was impossible to let him go, and killing him outright was not suitable, so he was used as an advisor to the army.

When all the nomadic tribes submit to a single will, they become the most fearsome army of this era. They are locusts, destroyers, and conquerors. The destructive power displayed by the unified nomads is astonishing; in the past, there was Attila, the God's Whip, and in the future, there was Genghis Khan Temujin, with even more terrifying destructive power.

However, this time Duncan's conquest of the world was not to become emperor but to consolidate the position of the War God, so the nomads only conquered, not ruled, or rather, they couldn't effectively govern.

Most likely, these Eastern nomads would become another Mongol Empire, unable to sustain for too long.

The cost of effective governance was too high.

That would reduce the mystique of Duncan as a Divine Spirit. At least until the era advances, humans and gods need to maintain a certain boundary.

The nomadic tribes gathered under the will of Heaven displayed incredible aggression. After Duncan absorbed the Chaghatai Khan's tribe, the army advanced in two directions: one capturing coastal port cities to pave the way for future attacks on the Golden Coast, while the central part of this world was a stretch of mountains that passed through the territory of the dwarfs.

The other path was led by Duncan himself, directly targeting the capital of the Persian Empire.

He had come to understand that this extended dimension was a sub-battlefield of the Root World, the unfinished battle from the past, where the gods of the Root World hammered the native gods, setting up sub-bases one after another.

The native gods united and evolved, becoming the predecessors of the Furious Gods.

Unlike other human form worlds, this type of extended dimension had a strong connection with the Root World.

Hundreds of thousands of nomads advanced triumphantly. After defeating the advance troops of the nomads multiple times, Xerxes II gathered a large army to confront them at the fortress in Media Plain.

——Immortal Legion (Mythical Unit) (Mitra's Army) (Three-star Silver Gray)!

Duncan, riding on horseback, gazed into the distance and saw a vague huge phantom. The gods of Zoroastrianism had different evolutions in this world, and undoubtedly, Mitra emerged as the final victor, most likely relying on it to become the mainstream faith of the Roman Empire.

In this land, Mitra later emerged as the Main God of the Eastern Desert Countries and withdrew from the Root World quite late.

"After this battle is over, I should be able to consolidate the position of War God." Duncan's expression was solemn.

A tough nut.

Mitra could be dealt with by the heavenly will gathered from all spirits, but the Immortal Legion had to be handled by him personally. If the spirits couldn't gain the upper hand over Mitra, Duncan would likely have to bring in the big guns.

"They seem to want to have a decisive battle with us on the plain!"

"This isn't right!"

Although Duncan didn't let him go, the Chaghatai Khan, being seasoned in war, couldn't stand the boring days and took the initiative to follow. At this moment, he spoke: "To have a decisive battle with us on the plain, these Persians must have other plans."

Losing to Duncan was not unjust, because this man was too terrifying.

Even his personal combat power was extremely strong. The top-tier steppe warrior felt powerless facing Duncan, similar to how Liu Bang felt facing Xiang Yu.

According to the standards of Dungeons and Dragons, the Chaghatai Khan was also around the level of a level 20 Legendary Warrior, mainly skilled in mounted archery, with many abilities close to Eastern cavalry. If he prayed for the Divine Grace of all spirits in battle, he would have the class level of an Eastern Knight, able to grant himself divine favor and grace.

In the Mythical Era, everyone learnt everything, as the class system had not formally formed.

"Hmm."

Duncan slowly nodded, "They indeed have the posture of having a decisive battle with us."

As expected.

The next day, the enemy lined up into formations, squads of heavily armored, black-masked Immortal Legion appeared, with Xerxes II in front. This guy reminded Duncan of that Persian emperor at Thermopylae. He was considered a very courageous monarch, vigorously reforming Zoroastrianism, primarily promoting Mitra's faith, thus obtaining divine favor and grace, and it was said his appearance never aged.

Form up!

Under Duncan's command, infantry from various tribes and native warriors from the subcontinent advanced, with the cavalry divided on the two wings.

He turned to the Chaghatai Khan beside him, saying solemnly, "Are you interested in leading a cavalry unit?"

Did he actually dare to give him military authority?

The Chaghatai Khan was filled with high fighting spirit, responding solemnly, "Alright."

Duncan entrusted him with command of six thousand elite cavalry from other tribes, while he led the Torgut tribe to the front of the formation. This was a head-on hard battle. Rather than saying Xerxes II was maneuvering, it was more like Mitra was having a showdown with Duncan's two armies.

This was his first time confronting a Divine Spirit on the battlefield, deciding victory or defeat with armies.

Wind!

The Eastern Rangers started to move, and with Duncan's command, thousands of nomads began to advance. Duncan's command of the cavalry even surpassed that of Attila the God's Whip in the past. As an old rival, the cavalry led by Duncan also stirred up waves of storms, approaching like a gust of wind, unleashing a barrage of arrows in circular formations.

Mountains!

A loud shout.

The Immortal Legion formed a shield wall, withstanding all damage. Behind their two wings, there were foot archers shooting back, braving the barrage to counterattack. This was a wise choice, as the range of foot archers was farther, but they had no mobility. Once the cavalry reached them, they would collapse.