Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 532 - 92: Procreation, Human Revision! (2)
"The river will sweep you away, the desert will swallow you, and your bones will be buried here."
The barbarians scoffed at this.
A Barbarian Race warrior from the Wolf Tribe stepped forward and smashed the serpent into mush with one blow.
Who are you trying to scare?
These tricks can’t shake the morale of the Barbarian Race.
But undoubtedly, as the situation changes, even the Gods of the Beast Worship Sect are taking sides. They might unite with the native gods.
"Now it’s up to Hegel."
"If he can’t cut off the main route to the Golden Coast, it will end in a very difficult siege battle."
"It is estimated to evolve into a legendary hero’s arena battle."
Duncan’s gaze fell on the Aswan Kingdom. As long as the elephant woman is subdued, there would be hardly any force that could stop them across the lower Golden Coast.
Meanwhile.
In a vast expanse of yellow sand, thousands of camel cavalry were heading towards the Golden City.
It must be said that the kingdom here is indeed wealthy, possessing a land trade route similar to the Silk Road, while also enjoying the sea trade convenience akin to the Mediterranean. This commercial prosperity over a thousand years has allowed them to accumulate financial resources far surpassing other kingdoms, even able to purchase cross-continental rare treasures from dwarves and elves. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Nearly half of these camel cavalry are heavily armored, which, in the current era, having thousands of armored camel riders is truly unimaginable.
At this moment, a courageous young man was commanding the army to cross the river, his expression gravely stern, and he said in a deep voice, "Mentor, what do you think of this battle?"
No one has absolute confidence.
Everyone is unaware of the gods’ limits, and if it comes to an irrevocable situation, will the gods personally intervene?
Moreover, the Divine Country of the Gods of Faith requires an Otherworld Divine Envoy, so how many must die?
Beside him was an old man wrapped in a turban, wearing a white robe with a heron emblem. This elder gazed at the distant river and said slowly, "Gold cannot buy loyalty, a camel cannot carry a crown."
"Prometheus of Golden City may lose his status as the leader of the countries along the Golden Coast."
"Your Highness."
"The outcome of this battle is not important, what matters is what you can gain from it."
Medis.
This monarch, who holds extremely high prestige in the golden desert, was once a royal descendant ruling this land. However, as the dynasty changed, the gods chose the Golden King, forcing remnants like him to retreat to the desert countries. Nonetheless, they discovered the commercial road to the east and accumulated considerable wealth trading with those who worship fire.
Their main contact believed in the divine spirit called Mitra.
These fire-worshipping people possess incredibly unique combat skills, which, to some extent, are completely different from the hard-and-fast style of Western civilization. In the initial contact, there was conflict, but neither could overcome the other, leading to a relatively peaceful trade period.
However, Medis holds contempt for their marriage customs. He once thought the people of the Golden Coast were decadent, but didn’t expect those tribes there to be more exaggerated.
The people there allow and encourage bloodline intermarriage. In their eyes, brothers and sisters, uncles and nieces, even mothers and sons can marry. They believe that bloodline intermarriage can cleanse major sins and is an effective way to counter the demon’s conspiracy; it’s regarded as a pious merit and great spirituality.
In the southeastern direction of the golden desert, the king of the Lute People, Sisimitres, married his own mother and had two children.
This is a legacy of the matriarchal era.
In the anecdotal records of the foundational era, Alexander the Great suppressed this, asking the Persians ’to respect their mothers and not marry them.’
But how much truth is there in these rumors, Medis does not know, as he has not personally visited the more eastern desert regions.
"What can I gain?" Medis fell into contemplation.
He has always believed that the royal bloodline of the Golden Coast is cursed because of excessive pursuit of divine power; internal intermarriage has digested this over a millennium, and the curse has penetrated their deepest veins.
So when Medis came of age, he seized power, exiled his father, and imprisoned him in a certain small town.
Then he refused to marry his sisters and allowed them to marry outsiders, while he himself married a woman of undistinguished origin. This behavior led the royal families of the Golden Coast to believe that he was no longer pure-blooded, lacking divine lineage. Thus, the relationship between the golden desert and Golden Coast wasn’t so amicable.
Yet ultimately, they share the same cultural heritage of faith, and at this critical moment, decided to send troops to assist Golden City.
Medis believes the era’s curse on bloodlines is exceedingly severe!
Not only the royal bloodline of the Golden Coast but also the people who worship fire are shrouded in unknown curses.
He had once written letters admonishing those people not to marry their mothers, sisters, and daughters. However, this sparked conflict, regarded as disrespect for their customs, nearly causing a war.
In the end, Medis could only leave the matter unresolved, warning his people that bloodline intermarriage would bring about curse.
He pondered long while riding on a camel.
Ultimately, this king with greatly high prestige in the golden desert gravely said, "I hope to obtain supreme authority of the Golden Coast; only then can I initiate top-down reform."
