Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 80: Seventy-Nine: Slashing the Whip of God! (Additional chapter for the leader Wu Shangzhonglin)
Towards Paris.

A disorganized group of Hun cavalry had fled to the area that later became known as Versailles.

Attila was hit by two consecutive waves of fierce attacks from Duncan, and he almost lost his way. The guide of the army was killed. They fled in a hurry and got lost near the dense forest. It was not until they saw a river in front of them that the others stopped to rest for a while.

"Will that man catch up with us again soon?"

Attila looked even more miserable at this moment, his hair was soaked with sweat, and the pain in his lower back became even more unbearable.

If I don’t avenge this, I will be unworthy of being God’s whip!
At this time, he had few people around him, only 300 to 400 cavalrymen, and his elite guards were almost wiped out, leaving only 12 of the Hun Khan's guards dead. During the Battle of Shalon, Attila's elite guards suffered many casualties. After two waves of breakouts, he sent out several more, and all of them were killed, leaving only one Hun Khan's guards.

After decades of fighting on the battlefield, Attila, the Scourge of God, defeated all his elite guards in one battle.

"what?!"

Just as Attila was holding his lower back and gasping for breath, the personal guard not far away suddenly became alert and shot an arrow, which startled all the birds flying in the sky, including quite a few crows.

The Gaul region was plagued by constant war.

These carrion-eating crows are becoming more and more numerous. Their meat is unpalatable and represents an ominous sign, so not many people hunt them.

“Just a flock of birds.”

The Hungarian guards looked a little relieved, and someone offered Attila some food, which was dried horse meat and hard to swallow. Attila took a bite, chewed it with gritted teeth, and finally forced himself to swallow a little.

His injuries flared up and he was in so much pain that he could hardly get up. If he didn't eat something, even riding a horse would be difficult.

He didn't know if the medicine was ineffective, but the pain was getting worse.

"Take a break before setting off again."

Attila took a breath and looked at the exhausted guards around him and said, "Let everyone eat something."

They were really scared.

How can that man be so captivating?!
Doesn't he know how to get tired? He charges into battle continuously, yet still has the energy left to run long distances. This endurance is truly extraordinary!

at the same time.

In the darkness of the woods, Duncan's figure retreated quietly, and the warhorse he was sitting on seemed to be in tune with him and did not make any neighing sound.

In fact, he has caught up again.

However, he was alone and weak, so he did not dare to charge into the hundreds of cavalrymen. He could only wait for an opportunity and constantly check the strategic map to see when his last elite cavalry would arrive.

The Frank leader, Merovingian, still played a little trick.

Although he mobilized the Frankish shock cavalry to charge with Duncan, the number of them was less than a thousand, and they only contributed to the first wave of the assault. According to the agreed plan, there should be two or three hundred Frankish paladins to cooperate with the Visigoth cavalry in the second wave.

But no one saw where it was!

This old guy is so cunning that the Frankish Paladins have been reluctant to take him out. The Visigoths are still extremely brave in battle.

In fact.

At this moment, Merovice had led a small number of light cavalry to the Baron area. He had his own ideas. He was already very sad about being chased by the Frankish assault cavalry. Now he rushed to the Baron area, ready to join the Frankish Paladins to see if he could snatch the head of the Whip of God.

According to the agreement, Merovingian had to provide more than a thousand elite cavalrymen, but this guy only gave 800 in the end, missing the most critical two or three hundred Frankish paladins.

He was reluctant to hand over the top heavy cavalry accumulated by two generations to Duncan.

We’ll settle this account later!
Duncan looked up at the sky, at the flock of startled birds in the distance, and murmured, "Dear Triss."

"Where are you now?"

Looking for a needle in a haystack.

When you're short on cavalry, sometimes you really need a little bit of luck.

The Raven Queen, Triss, was riding a horse and leading a group of cavalry towards Paris. Behind her were more than twenty truly elite cavalrymen, the temple guards of the polytheists back then, followed by hastily assembled light cavalry, mainly for caravan protection, and a small number of British cavalry.

The cry of crows was heard.

The Raven Queen, Triss, instantly raised her head and said to the people behind her, "Follow me!"

"Go northwest!"

The light cavalry immediately began to accelerate. From the woods on either side, flocks of birds occasionally took flight. Triss, the Raven Queen, breathed rapidly and murmured, "We'll definitely make it in time."

"Don't be impulsive! Wait for me!"

"almost there."

Versailles area.

By the river not far away, Attila's defeated soldiers had rested for a while and were preparing to flee again.

Duncan's expression was extremely solemn, as if he was making a difficult decision.

Do you want to fight or not?!

If the Great Rage is activated, Duncan will be like a real god descended from the earth. He can definitely fight against a hundred people alone, but it is a bit too dangerous to deal with so many cavalry at the same time.

He still remembered his extremely reckless state after he activated the Great Rage.

If he couldn't kill Attila, he himself would probably have a hard time leaving.

But that's it.

At the edge of Duncan's strategic map from a God's perspective, a cavalry marked in green suddenly appeared, led by the Raven Queen - Triss.

Finally arrived.

The blood cup that had emerged from Duncan's palm vanished. He was unsure if it would work. If it did, would Attila truly become the 'Scourge of God,' possessing the power of a mythical being? Also, beside him was a shaman priest with a three-star white board. After the mythological era receded, the Raven Queen, Triss, was completely suppressed by the laws of reality. The shaman priest was using bones for divination, repeatedly but seemingly unable to obtain the answer he sought.

Referring to the two-star blank Anya, this three-star blank Shaman Priest should not be particularly strong.

But with the Blood Cup, the situation might be different.

After the great ebb of the mythological age, the more powerful individual gods retained more power. For example, Odin. Of the Norse pantheon, only the three main gods could be clearly manifested, while the others were vague. More fragmented faiths, such as the nine guardian fairies of Avalon, were collectively weakened, reduced to being inferior to the Valkyries.

The same is true for shamanism. The belief in all spirits has receded, just like fish and shrimp on the beach, only the big ones can jump around a little.

To put it in a more popular way, after the great ebb of the mythological era, gods like the Great Emperor Zhenwu could still barely maintain their status, but the exorcists like Mr. Hu San in the north, the continuation of primitive shamanism, were really washed ashore.

Shamanic beliefs became more fragmented, and supernatural beings were reduced to a blank slate.

Duncan headed straight towards Triss, the Raven Queen.

A fork in the forest.

The Raven Queen - Triss finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Duncan appearing alone on horseback. Fortunately, Duncan did not act impulsively. As the last high priest of ancient Roman polytheism, Triss was one of the witnesses who knew best how supernatural powers were suppressed after the decline of mythology.

Human power has its limits, and Duncan cannot be too reckless.

"Come with me!"

Duncan had five or six broken arrows stuck in his body, and his entire body was covered in blood, like a ghost. His blood-stained tattered cloak fluttered in the wind. Even Triss, the Raven Queen, was horrified by the sight, let alone those ordinary people.

They will probably remember this scene for the rest of their lives, and can brag about it in the pub when they are old.

kill!

Duncan relied on the strategic map to take a shortcut through a forest, and then under Attila's horrified gaze.

That man is coming again!
This really made everyone's scalp tingle. "Is God trying to kill me?!"

Attila's figure on horseback trembled and he almost fell off the horse.

The Hun guards nearby fought desperately to protect him, and a rain of arrows attacked Duncan, but this time it was different. After those arrows approached Duncan, they all deflected and none of them hit him.

Raven Queen Triss is casting a spell!

boom.

At the moment of the cavalry collision, Attila's last guards were like an exploded oil pan. On both sides of Duncan, the polytheistic temple guards used their bodies to block some of the stray arrows for him. A small number of two-star elite knights rushed forward desperately, almost exchanging their lives for the Huns' guards. After more than ten people fell off their horses in succession, a passage opened up by death appeared in front of Duncan.

——Continuous arrows!

Duncan raised Norden's bow and shot five arrows in a row!

Arrows whistled.

Everything happened in a flash. The three-star priest, whose lips moved slightly, was shot through the heart. He was not wearing armor and was killed by the arrow.

Beside Attila, two of the Khan's personal guards who tried to block the arrows with their bodies were killed.

They had long known that Duncan was an expert archer, so now he could only use his body to protect Attila and force him to buy time to escape.

But by this time Attila could hardly run anymore.

After two of the Khan's personal guards were killed in battle, the last arrow hit his shoulder and directly knocked the injured Attila off his horse.

——Great violence!

Duncan roared and drew out the Sword of Promised Victory and Oathkeeper at the same time. The warhorse he was riding seemed to have a telepathic connection with them and rushed directly to the location of the Whip of God.

clang!
Sparks exploded.

Duncan's figure was like that of a furious berserker, who was willing to sacrifice his own life and was unstoppable. The Sword of Victory cut off the head of a Khan's personal guard. The Oathkeeper blocked the thrust from the right. Amidst the bursting sparks, the Sword of Victory flashed a cold light, and chopped off the enemy's head as if cutting tofu.

Blood spurts out!

Duncan was like a god descending from the earth. He rode alone and marched straight into the enemy's territory, killing six or seven elite Khan's personal guards in a row. His strength was like that of a legendary giant. With a single blow, he could knock the enemy off their horses, or even kill them with their shields.

The whole process was just like a gust of wind blowing by.

After a series of battles that exhausted all the elite guards around the Whip of God, Duncan rushed all the way to a distance of thirty meters in front of the opponent. There was no time to take out the Bow of Norden. Duncan swung the Sword of Promised Victory in his right hand and held the Oathkeeper in his left hand. When he rushed to Attila, who had fallen to the ground and was hurriedly mounted on his horse with the help of his guards, the Oathkeeper sword in his hand flashed a deadly cold light.

——Sword power: beheading!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

After a series of bloody battles, the Oath Keepers were still as sharp as ever. A flash of cold light appeared in an instant, and then the head flew up, and blood splattered like a fountain.

The head fell to the ground.

Duncan had already rushed out of Attila's personal guards and turned his horse around more than ten meters away. He held the Sword of Promise of Victory in one hand and Oathkeeper in the other. His eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was filled with bloody murderous aura. Drops of the emperor's blood slid from the blade of Oathkeeper.

He was staring at the remaining Hun army in front of him like a ghost from hell!
A mournful roar was heard.

Most of the remaining Huns began to flee, but a small number of Hun guards cut their cheeks with their weapons, buried Attila with their warriors' blood, and then roared and rushed towards Duncan as if they were going to die.

All I can say is that fortunately, after continuous battles, the personal guards of Attila, the Scourge of God, suffered heavy casualties. If they had more people, they would have had a chance to forcibly surround and kill Duncan in this suicidal revenge!

As for now, they are just going to die.

Duncan faced the enemy fearlessly. On his side, the temple guards recruited by the Raven Queen Triss rushed forward desperately, blocking the enemy like a general's personal guards.

The afterglow is like blood.

When Duncan lifted the Scourge of God - Attila's head, all the Hun guards had been killed in the battle, and no one escaped.

A generation of proud heroes fell at this moment.

Dimensional space.

A row of golden characters appeared - Slaying the Whip of God, Human No. 1 condensed his own [Epic of Destiny]!
The legend degree skyrocketed!
Duncan's legendary points, which had been completely used up, suddenly soared by twenty points, and this was after he shared his military exploits and legendary points from the Battle of Sharon with others.

If he could lead the army alone to defeat the Whip of God head-on, he would probably gain more than fifty points of legend.

Even Triss, the Raven Queen who was responsible for assisting him, had a new "Legend" mark on her body. Because of the final pursuit, she also gained three points of legend in one go, which was equivalent to killing a barbarian king.

terrible!

The legendary degree of Attila, the Whip of God, is so exaggerated that it is a bit shocking.

In fact.

The prestige of the Roman Church exploded in history. When Attila the Scourge of God invaded the empire for the second time, Pope Leo I met with the Scourge of God in Italy and persuaded his army to retreat.

This made the church's prestige soar to the peak, and it had the momentum to completely suppress the royal power.

The Roman emperor fled.

But now, Pope Leo I probably doesn't have this opportunity, because the head of the Scourge of God is in Duncan's hands, and the church lacks the most important historical opportunity for its complete rise.

There was a sound of horse hooves.

To everyone's great surprise, the defeated Hun troops actually regrouped and returned.

Not many people.

There were only a dozen or so people, and the leading knight was covered in blood. He put down his weapon and bow, signaled the others to retreat, and rode closer alone. He dismounted and knelt in front of Duncan, lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lord Duncan."

"You have already won."

"I beg you to allow me to bring back my master's body for burial."

At some unknown time, nearly a hundred Hun cavalrymen returned from the vicinity. After their defeat, they gathered again, and a determination to die gradually appeared in their eyes. It seemed that the reputation of the Scourge of God still affected these people after death, and they were determined to try to get Attila's body back at the risk of their lives.

Duncan remained silent. The guards around him had already drawn their swords. He slowly spoke, his voice hoarse, "The Scourge of God—Attila was also a genius of his generation."

"I will not insult his corpse."

"Take his body back with you."

He defeated Attila, the Scourge of God, fairly and squarely, and there was no need to use his corpse to prove his immortal military achievements.

Dimensional space.

On the projection page, the legendary degree suddenly increased a bit, marked as the Hun legendary degree.

At that moment, some information emerged: 'The Immortal Hero - God's Whip - Attila expresses his respect for you and looks forward to fighting you again in the future!'

Unless humans themselves give up history, Attila, the Scourge of God, will surely be remembered.

Afterwards, the remaining Huns stepped forward, silently picked up Attila's body, and returned to the distant Eurasian steppe with their king, the emperor of the Hunnic Empire, who had once made immortal military achievements.

Duncan's majestic demeanor completely conquered these Hun cavalrymen. They rode on horseback, bent over, lowered their heads, cut their hair and faces, splattered blood, let out bursts of desolate and mournful roars, and soon disappeared from the end of their sight.

This battle.

It is destined to go down in history and shock the whole of Europe.

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(End of this chapter)