Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 40: Tireless Drinking! Fighting Alone in Valhalla!
At midnight, the moon is as bright as blood.

I don’t know when, but a light mist rose in the middle of the night. The moon was a little bloody in the mist, as if foreshadowing the ominous killing of war.

The tent was brightly lit. Outside the door, a team of Celtic warriors was guarding the camp, and several other teams were patrolling and keeping watch.

Duncan sat cross-legged on a sheepskin mat with his upper body naked. Under the flickering candlelight, his exposed muscles looked like a mythological statue from ancient Greece. In front of him, a young female slave in a simple dress knelt on the ground, her expression full of awe and worship, and she respectfully handed a jar of mead to Duncan.

The slave girl raised the mead above her head and glanced secretly at Duncan's abdominal muscles.

Duncan reached out to take it, tilted his head back and drank it, some mead spilled and flowed down his rock-hard chest muscles.

hiss!
As Duncan drank the mead in one hand, Severus, assisted by two other slave girls, tended to the wounds on his back. Severus scraped open the blood cocoons with a knife, tearing off the pieces of clothing stuck to them. He then treated the wounds, applying herbs, and finally had the two slave girls wrap Duncan in clean bandages.

Duncan's injuries were not serious, most of them were superficial.

He drank half a jar of mead, and finally let Severus re-bandage the wound without changing his expression. With his amazing physical condition, this injury would be healed in a week at most.

After Severus treated the wound, he glanced at the female slaves before leaving and exchanged glances with Duncan.

The meaning is whether these female slaves should stay and serve.

"Back off." Duncan waved his hand.

It's not like he's very hungry. Anya had been standing up and kicking for the past few days, so he's not hungry at all now.

Severus probably left a stereotype when he was copied by the exiles.

After a big battle, Duncan would indeed vent a little, but at the moment he needed to recuperate and had no such thoughts at all.

The Duke of Tintagel has been sent to Cornwall to recover from his injuries.

Duncan is currently the supreme commander here. This battle is just the beginning. He must take advantage of the Saxons' defeat to recover the lost territory in one go. It would be best to directly capture Hampshire, so that Southampton and the Isle of Wight will be under his control.

Dimensional space.

From a God's perspective, a new epic victory emerged on the projection screen.

——"Battle of Exeter [Epic Battle]: Horsa, the leader of the Jutes, feigned defeat to lure the enemy and defeated the Duke of Dintagill at Dorset. He then advanced with his army and laid siege to Exeter.

In times of crisis, the seriously injured Duke Dingtagir decisively asks you for help.

You led sixteen riders on a night-time gallop, arriving at the battlefield at the critical moment. You decisively led your troops to advance, defeated the Saxon hunters, caused chaos in the enemy army, and saved the precarious Exeter.

Hossa then surrounded the town with an army of 5,000 men.

You remained calm and composed in the ensuing battle, repelling wave after wave of Saxon attacks and gradually recovering the situation. Finally, after the arrival of the Exiles, you seized the opportunity and decisively attacked, leading the General's Guards into the enemy formation, repeatedly defeating them and killing Horsa, the leader of the Jutes, causing the Saxon army to flee in disastrous defeat.

The brothers Henges and Horsa, the founding leaders who invaded the British Isles, died in your hands one after another. The power of the Jutes gradually declined and they could no longer rule over the Anglo-Saxons.

The Kingdom of Kent existed in name only.

Your fame will spread throughout the British Isles and even as far as Scandinavia with this epic victory!"

(Legend +3, 2 points for the Britons, 1 point for the Germanic Barbarians.)
Still 3 points of legend.

The brothers Henges and Horsa were considered Duncan's starting point. They contributed a total of six points of legend to Duncan. Behind this legendary point, it represented one of the branches of the Germanic barbarians, the Jutes, who had begun to decline.

Waves appeared around the dimensional space.

In an instant.

Duncan seemed to see the echoes of history. In the future course of history, the Jutes gradually declined and no longer had the energy to expand. They were soon completely swallowed up by the Anglo-Saxons, and eventually became an insignificant small ethnic group and disappeared bit by bit.

Old rules.

Duncan first strengthened his soul, but there was still no noticeable change. His mana bar only increased slightly, but mana in the Medieval Era was pitifully low, and even after the increase, he still couldn't fire a second Wind Arrow. However, strengthening his soul was essential. Duncan could actually feel his soul growing stronger bit by bit, but there wasn't that explosive growth. He didn't know how much Legendary points he would need to invest to further upgrade his soul.

——"Legendary: 2/6."

Duncan checked the promotion and enhancement page and found that Jill's name was on it, as well as several other generals' guards who died in battle.

"Should we promote the Heroic Spirit?"

"Expected to consume 2 Legendary points to promote the target to a lower-tier Heroic Spirit!" (If the target's Legendary power dies, the lower-tier Heroic Spirit will also disappear over time.)
no!
Duncan canceled it directly.

He would compensate Jill for the fallen in worldly matters, but promoting Heroic Spirits was impossible, so he was just giving it a try. Legendary status was so difficult to obtain, and lower-ranked Heroic Spirits could disappear over time. Among the people he knew, only a few were worthy of such a move.

The lowest threshold has to be Severus, at least he is an old comrade who followed Duncan when he started.

Duncan gained a lot from this battle!

——"Weapon Master (Gun): Your mastery of guns has reached perfection. Your strikes are as swift as lightning. When using all guns, your combat skills are greatly improved."

The fourth master-level combat skill should come from the elite chieftain guards and Saxon noble riders.

"You really are proficient in all kinds of skills." Duncan smiled.

In today's bloody battle, Duncan killed nearly a hundred enemies, including those killed by a cross axe.

"Lance Charge Master: As your mastery of spears improves, your lance charge now possesses lethality unmatched by ordinary humans. Your astonishing skills are enough to easily secure the championship of the Knights' Conference."

This feels like it was improved along with the gun weapon master.

——"Navigator (Special Ability): Some people are born navigators. They are born to adventure on the sea and are more likely to survive storms and shipwrecks. Enhance your intuitive sense when sailing, making it less likely for you to get lost."

"Water Breathing (Special Ability): It's said that in Scandinavia, some individuals were blessed by the ocean, perhaps even possessing a touch of Siren blood. They can breathe underwater for brief periods, and the stronger the individuals, the longer they can last, even diving into the depths of the ocean. They were less susceptible to drowning, and these individuals became the earliest pirates."

Two special abilities.

But it was not dropped by those powerful enemies, but was taken from some elite Saxon pirates.

Duncan wasn't saying that killing a powerful enemy would guarantee him the ability to gain it, but rather that if the enemy possessed special abilities that he didn't, it would be easier for him to seize them through slaughter. Today, Duncan had apparently killed many elite Saxon pirates. It was unknown which of them possessed a trace of Siren blood, but they didn't show any special behavior during the battle; perhaps he had casually shot them.

I guess such enemies would be very difficult to deal with only on the sea!
The Virgin Possessor - Enfers has gathered almost all the best Saxon pirates in the British Isles. They suffered heavy casualties in today's battle, and the strength of the Saxon pirates will plummet for a long time to come.

The last special ability comes from the Decapitation.

"Blood of Giants (Special Ability): In Scandinavia, some humans possess a trace of giant blood. They often possess incredible strength, far exceeding that of ordinary humans, and are considered descendants of heroes from the mythical era. This ability can greatly enhance one's strength, and over time, gradually break through the upper limit of mortal strength. Eventually, after breaking through the critical point of mortal strength, they possess the astonishing brute force approaching that of the legendary half-giants."

The biggest gain from this battle was not Horsa, as Horsa only provided some combat skills. The real qualitative change came from Isolde the Beheader. The giant's blood in his body greatly improved Duncan!
"Looks like we still have to kill some special enemies."

Duncan picked up a metal wine glass and deformed it with a simple squeeze. The blood of the giant had begun to take effect, but it would take time to fully exert its full potential.

The power of gluttony and the blood of the Holy Grail in his body have not yet reached their limits and are still in the process of slowly improving.

"I wanted to be a dashing and handsome ranger like the Elf Prince, but the abilities I took away were all those of a fucking Berserker!"

The barbarians have killed too many people, and their ability to seize things is all about great force.

In fact, Duncan doesn't like violence at all, and he rarely uses adrenaline bursts because of the serious side effects. He also feels that anger will affect his rational judgment and grasp of opportunities.

A reckless man really dies very quickly.

There were five ability upgrades in total. Basic combat skills saw minimal changes, with the slashing and stabbing abilities all becoming golden. One or two of the other combat styles had light gold borders, primarily focusing on the core basic sword, spear, and sword moves. Duncan was now incredibly adept with axes; the combat skills he'd stolen from the barbarians had transformed him into an axe master.

Old rules.

After taking a quick look at the future deduced by the law of causality, there are not many changes, only the final outcome has changed slightly.

His existence became——King of Britain-Duncan [Higher Heroic Spirit].

"Still can't kill the dragon."

"But with my current strength, can my human form slowly unify Britain?"

"Duncan, King of Britain."

"Okay."

"After all, I can't beat the Emperor of the Empire, Augustus Duncan!"

Duncan will not be arrogant just because he has made a name for himself in the British Isles. The British Isles are just a small place, and the European continent is the real battlefield. Only when he is sure of defeating the three-star golden demon hunter George, can he be said to have truly stood at the pinnacle of mortal martial power.

At midnight.

Duncan, feeling a little tired, closed his eyes to rest. At this time, he actually missed Anya a little. It was not that he was too energetic, but Anya would gallop on her own, and when he felt really tired, she would be gentle and loving to him. Anya's red lips were as hot as flames.

Aphrodite's cult is great. This cult is worthy of serving the goddess of love and beauty.

A light mist shrouded the land.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, Duncan suddenly became alert, and his consciousness entered the perspective of dimensional space.

——Valkyrie (Valkyrie) [Neutral]!
A total of three Valkyries appeared in Duncan's tent. The leading Valkyrie with the bird-winged golden helmet reached out and pulled Duncan up, and the other two Valkyries with the bird-winged silver helmets held Duncan's shoulders on both sides.

The next second, his consciousness left his body and flew into the sky with the Valkyrie.

——Out-of-body experience (special state).

The projection of the dimensional space was divided into two, one was where Duncan's body was, and the other was where his soul was. He was taken to the sky by three Valkyries, and a carriage pulled by six-legged war horses emerged. Duncan sat on the carriage, driven by a Valkyrie with a bird-winged golden helmet, and accompanied by two other Valkyries, and soon disappeared in the real world.

"What the hell?!"

"Is this Odin's vehicle? A Valkyrie driving it?"

"Is my reputation so great now?!"

in the projection screen.

The soul was still in a dizzy state. As the fog gradually dissipated, a strange country appeared before the eyes.

——Asgard (the realm of the Æsir)!
This was an incomplete kingdom, at least in Duncan's projection. Asgard was incomplete, with many lands and buildings appearing but not yet fully formed. However, he did see the Rainbow Bridge, for the carriage was traveling on it.

Asgard is not very big, at least not as big as Duncan imagined. It is about the size of an ordinary human kingdom.

But it is indeed many times larger than 'Avalon in the Mists'.

The Valkyries seemed to have had some dispute.

A beautiful and heroic female figure appeared on the projection screen. She whispered in the ear of the Valkyrie in the bird-winged golden helmet and soon disappeared.

Then the Valkyries began to debate whether to send Duncan to Odin's Valhalla or Freya's Sethrumnir.

There are actually two Halls of Valor, but Odin's Valhalla is more famous.

According to Norse mythology, Odin, who is in charge of war, would order the Valkyries to go to the battlefield on earth, select half of the brave warriors who died and bring them there, and the other half to the goddess Freya's Sethrumnir. As for those who did not die in the battle, they would go to the underworld ruled by Hela.

Eventually, Duncan was transported to a glittering golden palace.

——Valhalla (Hall of Valor)!

within dimensional space.

The dizziness mark on Duncan's soul disappeared. The Valkyrie with the golden helmet and bird-wings led the way in front, and two Valkyries with silver helmets and bird-wings followed on both sides, leading Duncan directly into the magnificent palace courtyard.

As the soul gradually regained consciousness, the human body also looked at Valhalla in front of it. From a distance, it seemed to be floating in the air. Spear shafts were hung on the rafters of the palace, the roof was covered with shields, chain mail was scattered on the benches, and large doors were spread on both sides of the palace, as if to make it convenient for the heroic spirits to rush out to fight at any time.

A massive boar, Shahrimnir, is being slaughtered daily and resurrected each night.

The stag Exinir and the goat Hedron stood in the valley of Valhalla. The milk of the goat Hedron was an incomparable mead. At this moment, many vaguely human servants were delivering barrels of mead to Valhalla.

"Where is this?"

The human body gradually woke up, and Duncan cooperated by asking questions.

"Welcome to Valhalla."

"Distinguished guest!"

The leading golden-helmeted Valkyrie turned around respectfully and bowed her head, inviting Duncan to walk onto the broad paved avenue. Inside the magnificent Hall of Valor, countless figures, real and unreal, stood up, as if they were watching the 'stranger' who had entered.

Inside the Hall of Valor.

Duncan looked around at the long table made up of countless spears and shields, looking calm and composed, and sat down with his horse and sword.

The Valkyrie with the bird-winged golden helmet pours wine for Duncan!
The Valkyrie with the bird-winged silver helmet cuts meat for Duncan!
Duncan's handsome and tall figure sat on the chain mail, smiled at the Valkyries, then drank and ate meat in big gulps, as if he was a gluttonous warrior. He ate the mead and barbecue for dozens of people by himself. Even the Valkyries serving beside him widened their eyes in surprise.

——Henges and Horsa (lower-ranked Heroic Spirits)!
When Duncan happily put down the mead in his hand, two real and unreal figures gradually emerged and sat opposite him. At this moment, the two brothers also stopped eating and drinking, glared at Duncan, and directly picked up the weapons and shields on the long table.

"Fun! Let's fight!"

Duncan roared to the sky, took the shield and axe from the Valkyrie, roared, strode into the hall of Valhalla, and waved to the brothers Henges and Horsa who had condensed into entities.

A thunderous and earth-shaking cheer rang out!
Surrounded by countless real and virtual heroes, the brothers Henges and Hossa also stepped into the hall of Valhalla.

Don't know when.

In the magnificent sky of Valhalla, the seats of the twelve main gods appeared one after another. Odin, who was in the lead, condensed into a hazy giant shadow, calmly watching Duncan who was challenging many heroes in the hall.

I have to say that the Norse pantheon’s invitation to him to visit is indeed more majestic than the misty Avalon!

Duncan knew the rules of Valhalla.

He has tasted the fine wine and delicious food that were feasted upon the dead, and now it is time for a bloody battle!

Come here.

How could he not make his name known in Valhalla?!

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(End of this chapter)