Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 8: Crossroads of Fate
Within the tree ring.

The witch sighed faintly, as if expressing a sense of powerlessness, and whispered, "I may not be a match for the witch hunters."

“They are very familiar with us.”

"Know everything about us, know our weaknesses."

The forest banshee raised her head and said in a mournful voice, "Since you are so powerful, it won't be difficult for you to deal with that witch hunter."

"Are you really going to sit back and watch us perish here?"

The witch showed a trace of pity and sighed softly, "Even if I kill that witch hunter, what will happen?"

"There will be new missionaries and more witch hunters coming here."

After saying this, the witch's beautiful face turned towards the church, staring at the cross in the darkness, and said quietly, "Our era is over..."

This powerful witch also feels deeply powerless in the face of the drastic changes of the times.

That's a big mountain.

The pressure was so great that all those with supernatural powers could hardly breathe.

Hearing the witch's words, the forest banshee also showed a trace of despair. She stood up sadly, saluted, and left, as if she was ready to accept the fate of death, like a withered flower.

"Wait a minute."

The witch suddenly called out to the forest fairy who was about to disappear under the shadow of the oak tree. She hesitated and thought for a moment before saying, "I am pursuing the clues of a prophecy."

"If it succeeds."

"I can take you away from here and settle in a peaceful country far away from the continent."

The forest nymph's face was filled with sorrow as she said quietly, "The gods have been abandoned."

"What's the use of prophecy?"

The witch was speechless for a moment. The future she predicted was endless fire, with countless of her kind wailing in the flames. The burning cross represented the ruthless judgment on them.

heresy!

That was a tragic fate that lasted for nearly a thousand years, the Middle Ages known as the 'Dark Ages'.

The darkness has arrived.

The Middle Ages are coming!
She must grasp the last ray of light in her destiny, because it represents their only remaining hope.

The witch said solemnly, "The prophecy tells me that the church will begin a nearly thousand-year-long trial of 'heretics,' and the Dark Ages are about to begin."

"The child of destiny who will change everything has also arrived."

"He has the potential to influence the future of the world, one of the trajectories of destiny, and he has shown us the way forward."

"There is a cold country on the other side of the distant ocean."

"There we can escape from the world, avoid disputes, and quietly wait for the light of enlightenment of a new era a thousand years from now."

The forest banshee stopped in shock, her expression half-believing and half-doubting.

The witch said calmly, "I can create a barrier around your habitat, which might be able to hide it from the witch hunter."

The forest banshee showed a hint of joy on her face and was about to express her gratitude when she suddenly let out a sharp scream.

—“Witch Hunter!”

In the darkness, at the edge of the tree ring illuminated by the moonlight, a figure in a gray hooded robe slowly walked out. The chain mail on his body reflected a little, and he wore gray arm armor and black mittens. His hand grasped the hilt of the sword behind him. His pair of cold eyes seemed to have no emotions, and his pupils were amber, showing a dragon-like vertical pupil.

The atmosphere suddenly seemed to freeze.

The witch's expression was extremely solemn, as if the witcher posed a great threat to her, while the forest banshee's face was terrified. In the past hundred years, she didn't know how many of her kind had died at the hands of witch hunters.

There was a slight noise in the forest.

Anyone else?
The witch and the witcher looked surprised. In the darkness, under the moonlight, a handsome and thin profile emerged. A tall and slender figure walked out of the woods. The Northland war bow was drawn like a full moon, and the cold arrow was aimed at the witcher in front.

Duncan emerged from the darkness with an expressionless face. He did not walk towards the witch not far away, but stood still, with his back to the witch, staring at the witcher with a cold expression.

"It's you!" The witch looked surprised and relieved.

Three figures faced each other diagonally, and the witcher's expression was extremely solemn. He thought he was tracking a witch, but he didn't expect that the person he was following for so long was someone else.

Child of Destiny?

Is it me?
Is there a cold country on the other side of the distant ocean?
Probably not Great Britain.

Iceland?

It seems that Iceland only had colonists in the ninth century. If it is on the other side of the sea, it should be Iceland.

Is the prophecy spell in this world so powerful?

The witcher glanced at the witch, then at Duncan. He completely ignored the forest banshee in the shadowy corner, seemingly unconcerned with her strength. He slowly spoke in a hoarse voice, "The Raven Queen - Triss."

The witch stared into the other's vertical dragon eyes and whispered, "The Dragon Slayer - Saint George."

and many more? !
St. George slaying the dragon?
Duncan's expression suddenly became extremely solemn. He didn't expect that the demon hunter would be a legendary figure.

wrong.

It's around 450 AD, and many of the legendary figures probably weren't even born yet. If we go back a bit further, it would be an era filled with mythical figures, as humans and gods alike coexisted.

If the time were advanced about five hundred years, we might have met Jesus walking on earth.

In the shadows, the demon hunter said calmly: "My name is George Paul now."

"A wandering witcher."

The witch, the Raven Queen Triss, looked quite puzzled. She whispered, "I am now Triss Hathaway, a secluded forest witch."

Duncan interrupted at an inopportune moment: "Duncan, a farmer from Bran Village on the border of the Empire."

"No surname."

This was a moment that might be recorded in history, so he had to clock in and make a comment.

Just plug it in and it's done.

Duncan's sudden interruption undoubtedly caused both of them to remain silent for a moment.

In the end, it was the witcher who lowered his grip on the hilt of his sword first. He looked at the witch across from him and said calmly, "I no longer serve the Inquisition."

"Some witch hunters broke away from the Inquisition."

"We are free demon hunters serving the Lord, clearing away the threat of demons for humanity."

This witcher holds a very high position in the church. He has the power to judge other archbishops (archbishops) directly in the name of faith.

From God's perspective.

The witcher's mark turned back to neutral yellow. His mark had never been that obviously hostile red.

Judging from what he said, the demon hunter he called himself was different from the witch hunters of the church. He was not affiliated with the Inquisition and had no intention of interfering in heretical disputes. Instead, he was more committed to solving the monsters that threatened ordinary people. These were probably all kinds of strange monsters that had survived from ancient mythology. After all, he might be the only dragon slayer in the world.

The witch looked skeptical.

The witcher didn't care. He glanced at the forest banshee shivering under the shadow of the tree, turned around and left the woods.

He found the Raven Queen, Triss, to make his position clear.

From today on, he and his followers will have nothing to do with the Inquisition. They will be independent of the church and focus on dealing with those evil creatures that truly threaten mortals.

Witcher Brotherhood.

Since the promulgation of the "Edict of Milan", the church is no longer the church he sees.

that power.

The power of the Church was rapidly expanding, and they had even proposed the idea of a 'Papal State.' Duncan watched the witcher leave.

The witch next to him did not make any movement, and he also put down the Northern War Bow in his hand. After all, the figure that was walking away was a real demon hunter, who was in the name of sainthood and his famous battle was slaying dragons. Maybe in the future he would become the ancestor of demon hunters in this world.

A breeze blew by.

The forest banshee had quietly disappeared. Triss, the Raven Queen, looked at Duncan and whispered, "You already knew this?"

Duncan nodded slightly and said, "Yeah."

Raven Queen Triss's expression was slightly puzzled: "When?"

Duncan thought for a moment and said, "When I was fighting the barbarian fleeing soldiers, I could feel an arrow shooting towards me, but it suddenly deflected."

"I'll be completely sure when we fight the Rangers later."

The Raven Queen, Triss, showed a look of astonishment. She whispered, "You are very spiritual and have the instincts of a warrior."

Duncan put the arrow back into the quiver and said calmly, "You suddenly asked me about Bran Village on the way."

"I thought of the story the village elders told me when I was young. Legend has it that on the other side of the mountains, in the deepest part of the dense forest, there is a tree house where a forest fairy lives. She once rescued an injured and lost hunter and escorted him out of the primeval forest."

The witch's eyes flickered slightly. She stared at Duncan and said slowly, "Are you helping me because of this?"

Duncan nodded.

The two walked out of the forest. The witch put on her mask again and suddenly asked, "How much did you hear?"

From God's perspective.

The target was still the blue-marked unit. Duncan said calmly, "I've heard almost everything."

The witch remained silent for a moment, then said, "Don't tell anyone else."

Duncan nodded.

As they walked out of the woods, Triss, the Raven Queen, stared at Duncan's back. This man's five senses were extremely sharp, far beyond the range of ordinary people, and his fighting skills improved rapidly. It only took him one battle to become proficient in riding and shooting. Even she was amazed by this talent, and she couldn't help but think of the human heroes of the mythological age.

Triss, the Raven Queen, seemed hesitant. She finally spoke, "What are your plans next?"

Duncan stood at the door of the hotel and thought for a moment before saying, "I don't know."

"Take one step at a time."

"Let's first find a way to gain a foothold in this world."

The witch's expression showed some interest. She whispered, "Would you like to go to Britannia with me first?"

Duncan looked as if he was thinking.

He said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do in the British Isles?"

The Raven Queen, Triss, said slowly, "Go visit another wizard."

Ok?
Another wizard? British Isles?

Duncan seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Who?"

The Raven Queen, Triss, said with great respect, "Merlin. One of the most powerful wizards alive!"

Merlin?!
As expected, I descended into an era nearing the end of the mythological era.

What about King Arthur?

He seems to be a person who lived around 500 AD. After the fall of the Roman Empire, the barbarian crisis spread to England. During this period, the Saxons, one of the branches of the Germanic people, invaded on a large scale. They are the main population composition of the United Kingdom today.

King Arthur was a Celt, whose representative ethnic groups were the Irish, Scottish and Welsh. In ancient British mythology, King Arthur repeatedly repelled the invasion of the Saxons with the help of Merlin.

But in the end the Saxons conquered and ruled the British Isles.

It is not known whether King Arthur was born at this time, but Merlin should have been active and had a great reputation in the world of supernatural powers.

in the Legends.

Merlin is a Cambion (half-human, half-demon), born from the union of an incubus and a mortal woman. His demonic blood endowed Merlin with supernatural powers and wisdom beyond mortal reach. [Note: The original form of the succubus is a female nightmare that seduces men and bends them to her will. This is widely known. The male succubus is an incubus, a demon that preys on women and desires to reproduce a half-human, half-demon Cambion.]

Seeing Duncan seemed to be moved, the Raven Queen, Triss, immediately said, "I can give you a large sum of money."

Duncan looked hesitant: "Let me think about it."

The Raven Queen Triss did not force it. In order to pursue the destiny in the prophecy, she was determined to travel the entire continent to find the child of destiny and avoid the tragic fate of her kind in the next nearly a thousand years.

For this great ideal, she is willing to give everything, even sacrifice herself.

She needs to find a peaceful country in the future dark ages that can shelter witches and other innocent people with supernatural powers. Only in this way can their heritage usher in the glimmer of enlightenment a thousand years later.

Witches are mortal after all.

Although the Raven Queen - Triss is very powerful, it is still inconvenient for her to travel the continent alone. Duncan's strength is obvious to all. In many cases, swords can solve problems more easily than witchcraft.

Silent all night.

The next morning, before Duncan could figure out how to answer the witch, someone knocked on his door.

Outside the door was the injured guard leader, supported by another man.

The leader of the guards was named Catus, who was actually a private armed force maintained by the imperial nobles. He existed as a caravan guard and also protected his own interests in the chamber of commerce trade.

Catus's face was pale. He was helped by another person to sit down. He looked at Duncan sincerely and said, "Sir Duncan."

"I wonder what your plans are next?"

Duncan's expression was slightly strange, and he said softly, "I haven't thought about it yet."

Catus glanced at him and struck while the iron was hot, saying, "The empire has become increasingly turbulent in recent years, with frequent barbarian invasions, and the Asia Minor region is also in danger."

"Factional disputes within the empire continue, and the barbarians are becoming increasingly powerful in the army!"

"Sir Duncan, have you ever thought about making great achievements in these troubled times?"

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, Duncan knew what he was going to do.

I just don't know which great nobleman he belongs to, an old noble of the empire or a newly rising barbarian noble. You have to know that the barbarians assimilated by the empire now also regard other tribal peoples as barbarians. Even the barbarians conquered and assimilated by the empire in the early days despised the barbarians accepted by Constantine I.

The barbarians' chain of contempt is iterated layer by layer.

No joke at all.

The legitimacy of the empire really lies with the barbarians.

If Duncan had been a 'Jing Luo' in his previous life, he might have agreed, but at this moment he really didn't consider standing on the side of the Empire. After all, he hadn't seen the Empire do much along the way.

The empire collapsed.

It would be difficult for him to turn the tide with his ability, but the name of "Augustus", the emperor of the empire, does have enough appeal.

Just like it is difficult for Oriental people to understand the appeal of the One Ring, but if you engrave "Mandate from Heaven, Long Live and Prosper" on the One Ring, they will understand it instantly.

Duncan mused, "Let me think about it."

Traveling with the Raven Queen, Triss, one will undoubtedly come into contact with the supernatural world here, while choosing the mercenary Catus is a path for mortals to achieve success. Most of their energy in the future will probably have to be used to prepare for the upcoming turbulent times. After all, the collapse of the empire marks the official beginning of the Middle Ages.

Do you want immortality, magic, a beautiful witch? Or the name of Augustus?
The Age of Mortals begins.

The last myth is about to end, and the supernatural power is destined to hide in the darkness.

Duncan sent the other party away.

He fell into deep thought and had no answer for a long time. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he decided to meditate and look at the settlement of the law of cause and effect from a God's perspective.

Now he should have reached a turning point in his destiny, and the law of causality in the dimensional space will definitely change.

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(End of this chapter)