Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 16: Desperate Counterattack! The Witch Goes Wild! Please Read More

(Some people have said that I can't leave it here, so I'll add another chapter today. Celebrating 1,680 follow-up reads. A great number. Please give me some follow-up reads today and tomorrow.)
The Barbarian Berserker has two abilities: Adrenaline Burst, which provides an overall buff, and Berserk, which significantly increases Strength and Vitality, but comes with the downside of being furious. Duncan doesn't plan on engaging the enemy in close combat, so Adrenaline Burst is the best option, although the physical boost isn't as significant as Berserk.

Barbarian Berserkers charge at random on the battlefield and are essentially uncontrollable, but they're incredibly powerful. Once they're in a frenzy, you can take your hands off the keyboard and they'll charge and chase down enemies on their own.

In ancient Rome, the barbarians had no armor, and the Roman legions could withstand the first wave of attacks and then slowly strangle them.

Now the barbarians also have armor, their survivability has been greatly improved, and they are much more difficult to deal with.

Stamina bar locked.

From a God's perspective, Duncan seemed to have endless physical strength. During the duration of this adrenaline burst, his physical strength bar soared and was locked at full state.

The aiming crosshairs in the projected image remained motionless.

The bow is like the full moon!

A sharp arrow pierced the air, aiming directly at a nearby Priory monk. He must have been preparing to cast a spell, as he was always at the back of the enemy. However, his method of casting the spell was to hold a cross in one hand and pray. It was obvious that, like the witches, he had to use ritual props to prepare his true magical power.

head shot!

Duncan shot his head off with an arrow.

All spellcasters with supernatural powers in this world must prepare in advance. If they cast spells when a warrior gets close to them, they would probably have been hacked to death.

Now even the expressions of the monastic order became serious.

They had never lost so many people in the battle to kill witches.

Duncan shot three people in a row at this time, and he was more dangerous than the two escaped witches. If he was not eliminated first, everyone would be shot to death by him.

——Rest in peace and return to the horse’s arrow.

Duncan fired a series of arrows, killing the Priory monk with one arrow. He then turned and aimed at the Inquisitor. The enemy was holding a knight's shield and a one-handed heavy dagger, which were obviously the weapons that the elite Roman legions were good at using.

clang.

The arrow was blocked by the shield. The reaction speed of the Inquisitor was also quite amazing. He had predicted Duncan's Flan Axe before.

One shot won't kill him.

The enemy's reaction speed is too fast and he has a shield, so it is quite difficult to kill him.

at the same time.

On the battlefield, the Priory Temple also pulled out a javelin from the dead warhorse. He kept locking onto Duncan's position, trying to find a way to get close. The javelin had already been thrown at a height of sixty degrees.

This guy might have once been an elite member of the Roman legion, otherwise his javelin wouldn't have been able to lock so steadily.

Duncan didn't dare to stay in one place, nor did he dare to retreat too far, because once he retreated, Severus would basically be dead.

The druid gave up his horse, and Duncan couldn't bear to see him die there.

at this time.

Severus suddenly roared angrily. At the moment of fighting with the Inquisitor, he picked up the oak shield and hit him hard. The powerful force actually knocked the opponent over, causing him to stagger and reveal an obvious flaw.

opportunity!

——Rest in peace and return to the horse’s arrow.

Duncan did not hesitate, turned his body 180 degrees, and shot behind him on horseback. It was as if the back of his head had eyes. He seized the opportunity, put the arrow on the bow, tightened the bowstring, and a sharp arrow flew out of the air and hit the enemy directly in the chest.

The bow was drawn to full length, with incredible explosive force. The enemy's armor was pierced, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

In the projection image, a javelin flew through the air.

Duncan didn't hesitate at all. He jumped off his horse and rolled on the ground. With a muffled groan, the horse cried out in pain. The javelin pierced the horse with amazing accuracy. If Duncan didn't avoid it, the javelin would have penetrated him directly.

“Is this still human power?”

At a distance of nearly a hundred meters, the javelin penetrated the horse's back. If it had hit a person, it would have gone straight through the body.

Two against one.

Severus smashed the enemy's head with a hammer and approached Duncan's position with an oak shield in his hand. He was probably the only one here who could fight the Priory Temple head-on, but the opponent's melee strength was so amazing that even the Druid might not be able to withstand a few blows.

The sound of horse hooves came from afar.

The two witches turned back, and not far away on the map, another team of cavalry was approaching rapidly.

—Arian monk.

—Arian Hermit (one star).

——Witch Hunter Instructor (two stars).

——Frankish Paladin (Heavy Cavalry) (One Star) (Three people).

— Arian Templar (two-star silver-gray). [Note: Templar Knights were pre-Middle Ages. Originally derived from the polytheistic concept of the "sanctuary," they were the elite warriors who protected this sanctuary. Among barbarian tribes, these were retired high-ranking warriors and chieftains' guards. A sanctuary is generally the core temple sanctuary dedicated to a particular deity. Before the Common Era, barbarian tribes' temple sanctuaries also served as training grounds for warriors. The ancient Greek temple of Artemis also served as a training ground for archery.

In the era before Christ, the core of many civilizations was "national affairs, only sacrifices and wars." Sacrifices were large-scale national festivals, held in sacred areas.

Fuck!
This time Duncan really couldn't help but burst out.

The Arian monks had always been at odds with the Roman Catholic Church due to doctrinal disputes, but when it came to dealing with the polytheism of the old era, they were allies in a united front.

The Arians took root in the barbarian territory, spread their faith among the barbarians, and were in constant conflict with polytheistic priests and many beings with supernatural powers, but they still gradually eroded the polytheistic faith territory.

There were Arian missionaries among the Eastern and Western Goths, the three branch tribes of the Franks, and even the Saxons, Alemanni, Celts, etc.

They were surrounded and attacked by two factions of the church.

Duncan drew his bow again and aimed at the Priory Temple ahead. Only by eliminating him first could he find a chance to lead Triss and Severus out. As long as he could temporarily escape their pursuit and escape into the dense mountains and forests, from Duncan's perspective, there was still a chance of escape.

One arrow, two arrows, three arrows.

Duncan's third arrow finally hit the chest of the Priory Temple, but the opponent was wearing armor and just groaned and rushed up quickly.

Why is there no movement?!

Could it be that the witch's magic failed?

At the moment of the head-on confrontation, Severus' oak shield was knocked away by the bully, followed by his painful groan. Two half-finger fell to the ground. The Priory Temple swung the sword and suddenly changed his tactics, cutting diagonally with the backhand, directly cutting off the druid's ring finger and little finger.

He was then hit hard on the head by Severus' shield, but his head just shook a little, without even a sign of dizziness.

The druid only had three fingers left, still tightly gripping the one-handed hammer. The two figures fighting made it impossible for Duncan to accurately lock on to the target. He drew out his long sword without hesitation and pounced on the enemy, directly attacking from the right side.

He overestimated the druid's close combat ability. Severus could only withstand two or three attacks from the hands of the Priory Temple at most.

——Combat style-decapitation.

clang.

Mars breaks apart.

The Priory Temple held the sword in both hands to block Duncan's attack. The powerful blow made the palms of both of them numb. Duncan's long sword was directly broken, but the enemy's long sword was only slightly damaged.

Even though he activated his adrenaline burst, his physical fitness was still no match for the enemy in front of him.

At this time, Severus swung his one-handed hammer and hit the opponent's chin. Blood splattered and the enemy's skull shook.

If he hadn't broken two fingers before, this powerful blow would probably have decided the outcome.

Have the opportunity.

Duncan swung his sword at the enemy's neck, while Severus swung his shield with his left hand and hit the opponent's head hard.

This is truly a case of two fists being no match for four hands!
The Priory Temple swung its sword back, and the blade pierced Severus's abdomen. He slightly turned sideways and used his shoulder to block Duncan's slash. The long sword slashed down, sparks flew, and although blood spilt, most of the damage was blocked by the armor.

too strong!
This guy is wearing armor under his robe. His physical fitness is not like that of an ordinary person at all. He is tougher than a supernatural monster.

There are enemies approaching in the distance.

If the witch couldn't use her magic, they might all die here. "Aren't you the witch with the skull mark? Where's your magic?!"

Duncan swung his sword and forced the monastery temple in front of him to retreat. Once Severus died, he had no chance of turning the tables.

You may not be able to escape even if you run away.

But that's it.

A strong wind blew up from the flat ground, and sand and rocks flew everywhere in an instant.

From God's perspective.

The mark of Raven Queen Triss flashed, then changed.

——Witch-Triss [Bloody Skull Mark]!!!
A substantial supernatural force descended upon reality. In the resulting strong wind, the witch Triss was suspended several meters above the ground. Anya, standing beside her, widened her eyes in shock.

She had obviously never seen another witch wield such terrible power.

What the hell!

So you can fly!

The wind raged.

Triss's long hair danced wildly in the wind and sand, her eyes turned into a silver glow like the bright moon, and her appearance changed as well, becoming enchanting and evilly beautiful, not like a human, but more like a banshee in ancient Greek legend.

She gently raised her hand and shook it in Duncan's direction.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking was heard, and the monastic monk's face showed fear, and he screamed miserably, "Witch Triss!"

They tracked Anya all the way and didn't recognize the Raven Queen - Triss at all.

I thought it was a member of another witch coven.

On the list of the Inquisition, only a very small number of people with the name of Saint can deal with this high priest left over from the old times.

Blood spurts!

The bones of the Priory Temple's limbs collapsed, and the armor on his body seemed to be non-existent. The whole person was crushed into a human pig, and large amounts of blood gushed out, staining the ground scarlet.

"host!"

"Redeem us!"

The Arian priests approaching from a distance were also caught in the swirling sandstorm. The monk from the monastic order knelt in prayer, holding a fragment of a wooden cross in his hand. A faint white light emerged from the projected image, but was quickly crushed by the tangible magic power radiated by Triss, the Raven Queen.

The chest of the monastic monk was sunken, as if he had been hit by a huge force. Blood spurted out and he lay on the ground with only his last breath left.

A strange light flashed in the strong wind.

The Arian Templar's arms suddenly flew up, and then his legs were cut off in mid-air, and blood spurted several meters away.

A flock of crows appeared out of nowhere.

They were like black smoke and black clouds, attacking the Frankish paladins and instantly pecking out their eyes. Amidst waves of terrified and shrill wails, all the enemies fell off their horses. The crows flew across the sky and turned into black smoke and dissipated. Triss's figure appeared as if in a flash, and with a wave of her hand, she cut the witch hunter instructor in half. The next second, broken limbs and arms fell all over the sky.

On the entire battlefield, there were almost no enemies still standing.

Duncan was stunned at this moment.

But the eerie, hoarse voice of Triss, the Raven Queen, soon rang out: "Don't be stunned. My magic power won't last long."

"You come and execute them!"

The strong wind gradually died down.

Duncan immediately woke up, his eyes swept across Triss who was floating in the air not far away, and he killed these enemies one by one with a single sword.

Click!

In mid-air, the rune sacrificial stone held in the hands of Raven Queen Triss shattered. Her face turned extremely pale in an instant and she quickly fell from mid-air.

Anya hurried forward to support him, her eyes glancing at the broken sacrificial stone, and she exclaimed in shock: "Trivia?!"

After the Olympian sacrificial fires died out, she saw for the first time the rune-carved sacrificial stones from the Age of the Gods. In ancient Rome, people often offered sacrifices to various gods, and some stones had unique symbols carved into them, representing a particular deity.

The Raven Queen Triss's symbol changed back from 'Witch' to 'Witch'.

Duncan hurried forward to check on the witch.

How is this different from God descending?
The two-star silver-gray elites are so powerful, and the Raven Queen - Triss has a skull-shaped boss mark on her head. Duncan guessed that her magic might be very terrifying.

Anya, who was standing by, was also filled with awe. In her opinion, her magic was as ridiculous as a magic trick compared to Triss's.

"Where does her magic come from?"

"Did that sacrificial stone unlock some kind of restriction in the real world?"

too strong.

The power that Triss just displayed made Duncan almost think that he had entered the mythical age.

"go!"

Duncan looked at the frail Triss and was about to carry her onto the horse, but he quickly came to his senses and said to Anya, "You take her with you."

After saying that, he ran straight towards Severus, picked up the seriously injured druid who had fallen to the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Brother."

"Hold on!"

"We'll find a safe place to heal you right away."

He asked Triss to give the druid a simple bandage to stop the bleeding, and then he prepared to ride on horseback with the druid, Anya with Triss, and the four survivors to find a place to catch their breath.

By this time his adrenaline rush was over, Duncan felt as if every bone in his body was about to fall apart.

Anya walked quickly to the dead Royal Guard Knight, her eyes expressionless. She fished around in his possession and pulled out a bag filled with gold. She took it and said in a serious tone, "I know where the Celtic priest is."

After she finished speaking, she closed the Royal Guard Knight's eyes and picked up his sword.

It seems like it's really unrequited love.

The witch, Anya, didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground. She picked up the weapons and gold and helped the weak Triss onto the horse.

"Oathkeeper [Rare Item] [Longsword]: Forged from Damascus steel, this knight's sword was brought back from the Holy Land of Jerusalem. Blessed by a high-ranking monk of the priory and soaked in the water of the Holy Grail, it possesses incredible power. Abilities: Armor Breaker, Demon Breaker, and Sharp."

Duncan took the weapons of the Priory Temple, as he could not carry any other weapons. He supported the seriously injured Severus and evacuated from here.

In the entire team, Anya is the only one who is still capable of fighting.

The witch who looked like a Roman noble lady gritted her teeth and held the weak Triss in her arms. She put the knight's sword on her waist, rode with one hand holding the reins, and had to look back from time to time to look at Duncan who was in a state of exhaustion and riding with Severus.

At this time, Severus had already fallen unconscious, and the wound on his abdomen was constantly bleeding, staining the bandage red.

Duncan is not much better.

Although he had no apparent injuries, he fell off his horse twice and felt like his ribs were broken. His health bar also dropped a lot, which should be bruises.

If Severus had not placed guards on his left and right, he might not have survived until now.

"Hold on, brother!"

Duncan rode one-handedly, barely able to steady the unconscious druid. He glanced at the pale Triss and said to Anya, "Go up the mountain first!"

In this case, the deep mountains and forests are actually safer.

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(End of this chapter)