Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 41: Reckless Battle! Valhalla's Glory! Please give me a monthly ticket
Duncan rose to prominence in Britain.

Who were the most unwilling to accept this? Without a doubt, it was the two brothers, Henges and Hossa.

Henges was killed by the crossbow, without any room to display his martial arts skills. Horsa was shot to death by Duncan with the bow of Norden, without any chance of close combat.

The spirits of the two brothers were arranged to sit opposite Duncan. It was obvious that the traditional program of Valhalla was about to begin.

Life in Valhalla is simple.

Eat meat with big mouthfuls, drink wine with big gulps, chop people with great pleasure, get chopped to death and then resurrect, and continue chopping people tomorrow.

There's a smell of green-skinned orcs, Waaagh.

Behind Duncan, the Valkyrie in the bird-winged golden helmet hurriedly handed him a set of armor, but Duncan waved his hand nonchalantly and said calmly, "No need!"

What armor to wear.

When fighting against a master, ordinary armor is completely useless. It must be at least medieval plate armor. Chain mail cannot withstand the full force attack of a two-star strongman at all, but will affect your reaction speed.

Duncan took a shield and a battle axe, pulled a javelin from the table leg, and then put a Flan throwing axe on his waist.

The brothers Henges and Hossa looked at each other.

It was obvious that Hosa, who had just died in battle, was more resentful. He jumped out directly and was ready to fight a life-and-death battle with Duncan.

"No need to bother!"

"Both of you!"

Duncan's tireless drinking had begun to take effect. He could feel himself going crazy, probably due to the negative status of 'reckless'.

Madness!

The entire Valhalla was filled with an uproar. The hazy shadows that appeared one after another on the seats of the twelve Norse gods also had slight changes in expression. Odin narrowed his single eye slightly, while Thor showed an interested look, because this arrogant tone was very much to his liking. Thor was also a reckless god.

These were two heroic spirits of founding monarchs, not just ordinary brave soldiers who died on the battlefield.

Duncan actually let them go together!

This is simply a naked humiliation!
Even after becoming a Heroic Spirit, Horsa was almost mad with rage. He brandished his battle axe and was about to charge in for battle, but Henges, standing beside him, reached out to stop him and said solemnly to the Valkyrie in the bird-winged silver helmet next to him, "Give him the bow!"

It is well known that Duncan's greatest combat skill is archery.

Duncan didn't even take a bow and arrow, which clearly showed that he didn't take them seriously. As the founding monarch, Henges also had his own pride. It was a bit unfair for the two brothers to bully a sharpshooter in close combat.

The Valkyrie with the bird-winged golden helmet quickly took out a bow and handed it to Duncan, but Duncan did not reach out to take it.

He came to Valhalla to show off his power!
How can you shock the crowd in Valhalla if you kill two brothers with a bow and arrow and a kite?

"Need not!"

Duncan smiled arrogantly and said to the golden-helmeted Valkyrie, "Wait until I kill them, and then you can pour me some wine!"

In the real world, he was restricted and had to develop in a low-key manner because he was afraid of getting injured, becoming disabled, and affecting the subsequent battles. He was even more afraid that he would not be able to exert his strength and use the penetration tactics when galloping with Anya.

In Valhalla, Duncan can definitely strike hard!

He had fought his way through the battle without suffering any serious or fatal injuries. Even when he led the general's guards to kill Horsa, Duncan did not really have to fight to the death.

If Duncan had activated his "Great Rage" at that time, he would have been able to fight the entire elite Chieftain Guard alone!
In his previous life, Duncan played the game Total War: Three Kingdoms. Only a few powerful generals such as Lu Bu, Zhao Yun, and Guan Yu could charge into the battle formation alone and directly attack the enemy's elite troops.

The Valkyrie in the bird-winged golden helmet was shocked!
Valhalla hasn't encountered such a powerful man in hundreds of years!

The black masses of overlapping heroic spirits roared loudly, and countless heroic spirits of the Germanic barbarians who had been sleeping for thousands of years were awakened. They all woke up and descended to both sides of the Hall of Valor, watching Duncan fight against the brothers Henges and Horsa.

Duncan was shirtless and not wearing any armor. His strong chest looked like it was carved from marble, and his muscles were coiled like a dragon. When he stretched his muscles, the hard lines of his back reminded people of the legendary half-human, half-god heroes of ancient Greece.

"He reminds me of a Spartan!..." Some heroic spirit whispered.

The surroundings gradually became dead silent.

Above Valhalla, the condensed shadow of Odin raised his hand slightly, and the next second the scene in the hall of Valhalla changed, as if entering the magnificent arena of the ancient Roman era.

Duncan vs. Hungers and Hossa!

Amid cheers that resounded throughout Valhalla and almost reached other parts of Asgard, the sacred Valhalla fight finally began.

Duncan retreated quickly and took off the Fran throwing axe from his waist.

Roar!
Horsa roared first, holding a shield in one hand and an axe in the other, and rushed towards Duncan.

Henggus was from the Jutes' personal guard regiment and was a champion of sword and shield. He flanked and attacked from the other side. The two brothers, one on the left and one on the right, quickly approached Duncan. The resentment and unwillingness in their previous lives made them like man-eating beasts at this moment.

Duncan's figure began to accelerate.

He leaped out in an instant, and when his figure was almost parallel to the ground, he suddenly swung out the Fran throwing axe in his hand, then rolled up neatly, holding his shield and a heavy javelin to face Henges head-on.

A real man never looks back at his defeated opponent!

This scene was very similar to a scene from a Kung Fu movie in the previous life, where the Axe Gang leader swung a flying axe and directly chopped off the calf of the rival gang boss.

When Duncan turned to face Henges, Hossa behind him let out a painful groan.

Fran's flying axe hit his right calf and went straight into the bone.

Hossa was wearing armor. If he wasn't, this blow would have cut off his calf.

Weapon Master (Axe).

Although Duncan's throwing ability has not been upgraded to the master level, his Fran's throwing axe has been further strengthened. His death field has three levels. The first is the range of the bow and arrow, the second is the range of Fran's throwing axe and javelin, and the third is his violent state when he picks up the knife to chop people!
Now he has skipped a stage.

Wow!
At this moment, Valhalla seemed to have turned into the Colosseum of ancient Rome, with tens of thousands of heroic spirits appearing and emitting bursts of exclamations.

Everyone present was a master of battlefield combat, and they knew how valuable this ordinary strike truly was.

This is a fundamental combat skill that has been honed through countless trials and tribulations! It's almost become a physical instinct!
This attack almost destroyed most of Hosa's combat effectiveness.

Henges, who was not far away, narrowed his eyes and instantly felt a tremendous pressure. At that time, he was shot to death by the crossbow and was filled with resentment. But now, seeing the amazing fighting skills displayed by Duncan, he was afraid that he could be killed by the enemy in a head-on confrontation.

hum!
Duncan began to sprint, and in an instant he threw the javelin in his hand.

Henges raised his shield instantly, and the heavy javelin pierced the shield, making him feel numb in his arm. The power was really amazing. When he looked down, he saw that the javelin had penetrated the shield, leaving a wound on his elbow, and a trickle of blood oozed out.

Is that human being? !

Was he this powerful the last time we met?!

boom!
Big fury!
Duncan roared, and his roar echoed throughout Valhalla.

Under the stunned gazes of countless Heroic Spirits, he raised his shield and charged at Henges. The terrifying force cracked both their shields, and Duncan instantly swung his battle axe. --Combat Style: Decapitation!
In an instant.

Henges was knocked off balance. Relying on his amazing fighting skills, he swung his sword and stabbed Duncan's kidney in an instant. Blood spurted out and the sharp sword almost pierced through Duncan's body.

But the blood he spurted out was even more shocking!
The sharp blade pierced the kidney, but it did not affect Duncan's fighting at all. He swung his battle axe and chopped down. A head with a horrified face fell to the ground. Endless blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing Duncan's naked chest blood red.

Roar!
Duncan lifted Henges' head with one hand and roared towards the audience seats in Valhalla. The sudden fanatical cheers almost overturned the shield roof of Valhalla, making people feel as if they were back to the bloody gladiatorial times in ancient Rome.

It's not that I can't win! I'm just afraid that getting injured will affect future battles!

Kill with one blow.

Beheaded.

Even in the heyday of ancient Rome, during the glorious years when champion gladiators emerged frequently, it was rare to see such a shocking scene!
Those heroic spirits of the Norse pantheon are inherently warlike.

Now seeing Duncan's wild battle, they were even more excited as if they had come back to life. Even some old guys with the blood of gods in ancient times crawled up and condensed into phantoms to stare at the bloody arena in front of them.

Too strong!

How cruel!

Duncan pulled out the sharp blade that pierced his right kidney and threw it to the ground. He held Henges' head in one hand and picked up the javelin in the other. After thinking for a while, he broke the javelin and threw it away, then picked up the heavy beheading axe again.

Today is an exhibition match.

No need to worry about getting hurt, no need to worry about dying, the rule of Valhalla is resurrection after death, he can fight with all his might, throw heavy punches, be as ruthless as he wants!
not far away.

Horsa watched his brother die in an instant and beheaded by the enemy, and a trace of fear finally appeared on his face. He gritted his teeth and climbed up, tightly gripping the battle axe and shield in his hands, and faced the advancing Duncan with a staggering posture, like a dying beast.

Duncan is in no hurry.

His body was bleeding profusely, but the impact was not significant, at least during the period of great frenzy, it would not affect his combat ability.

What is Champion Gladiator?!

Of course, only a real man who can make the audience extremely enthusiastic, roar until they are hoarse, tremble with excitement, and even make the female audience in the Colosseum tremble on the spot, is qualified to be a champion gladiator!

Fighting bravely is one thing, but the performance must also be shocking!

It's time to give the Germanic barbarians a little shock from the top gladiatorial arena of ancient Rome.

The empire is no longer viable.

But no one can deny that the empire back then was a true fighting nation!
A bloody gladiatorial fight.

Enough to easily ignite the frenzy of a Roman city!

Duncan circled the arena.

He threw Henges' head directly in the direction of the Valkyries, offering it to them with killing!
Under the spotlight.

The Valkyrie with the bird-winged golden helmet trembled slightly, and reached out to hold Henges's ferocious head. She wanted to pour wine for Duncan, which was a gift from Duncan!
"Come! Fight!"

Duncan held a battle axe in one hand and a sword in the other, roaring to the sky. The sharp blade cut a scar on his chest, and blood oozed out. The scar made him even more fierce and brave, just like a mortal hero in ancient times who challenged the gods, turning the indomitable fighting spirit of mankind into raging rage.

Horsa was frightened.

He died with reluctance, but now it seems that he might have died in that desperate fight, and at most Duncan would have been seriously injured.

Duncan began to sprint.

He was like a ferocious ancient beast running wildly, leaving clear footprints on the ground of the arena. He suddenly pounced forward, slashing with sword and axe, clang, sparks flew, and Horsa tried to block him, but was knocked to the ground by his amazing brute force.

The shield shattered and a gap appeared in the battle axe.

Hossa lost his balance and his huge body fell heavily. Before he could get up, a foot stepped on his back, making him unable to move. It seemed that his spine was about to break.

Duncan raised the beheading axe and looked around the entire arena.

This scene!
It seems like a reappearance of scenes from ancient Rome.

In the audience seats of Valhalla, countless awakened heroes were shouting and yelling wildly. Even the Valkyries couldn't help but scream, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

kill!

kill!

kill!

On the throne of the twelve Norse gods, Odin's expression was extremely subtle. His appearance changed from real to fake, and his symbol changed from 'Norse God' to 'King of the Wild Hunt'!
He slowly stood up, towering like a giant, and raised his right hand with his thumb pointing downwards.

Duncan roared to the sky and swung his beheading axe without hesitation. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and Horsa's hideous head was chopped off on the spot.

"Come again!"

The laws of Valhalla began to take effect, and the two brothers Henges and Horsa who had just been executed were resurrected, and Duncan's injuries were healing rapidly.

Duncan took the mead from the Valkyrie with the bird-winged golden helmet and drank it heartily!
He raised the battle axe and sword in his hand and roared at the densely packed audience: "Come again!"

"Let's have a good fight today!"

One after another, heroic spirits turned from virtual to real, and the eager German warriors entered the arena one after another. In a blink of an eye, dozens of people joined in, forming a large-scale bloody and cruel fight.

Duncan laughed wildly, hugged the Valkyrie with the golden bird-wing helmet beside him, took off her golden helmet, used it as a wine glass, and drank heartily.

The bottle of endless drinking is almost full.

He handed the bird-winged golden helmet to the beautiful Valkyrie and laughed wildly, saying, "Look, I will use their heads to bring you glory!"

Fran's flying axe broke through the air.

In an instant, a heroic warrior who descended upon the arena was shot in the head.

A heavy javelin pierced one man's chest, pinning him to death in the center of the arena.

Duncan didn't even take up his shield at this time. He roared wildly and killed a heroic warrior with his shield. Then he flew up and chopped off a giant's head. The next second, he was stabbed in the back by a sword. Duncan didn't even turn his head, but swung his axe in his backhand and cut the man in half on the spot.

Today, Duncan came to Valhalla to show off his power!

In the misty Avalon, he will stand up and kick; in Asgard's Valhalla, he will fight his way out of a sea of blood and corpses!
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