Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 552 - 98: Return Like Lightning (Part 3)

"We will follow your orders."

Is this man’s backup plan?

How did he achieve this?

Witch Gleya was shocked. She had no idea when Duncan became involved with the shamanism of the nomads. After all, he was from the Northern Land Barbarian Race, a place whose beliefs were worlds apart from those of the steppe nomads.

The Mark of All Eyes on gradually transformed into a golden mark, "Sanctuary of Ten Thousand Spirits," exactly like that of Attila, the God’s Whip, in the past.

——"Sanctuary of Ten Thousand Spirits (Extraordinary Divine Power): The will of all spirits unites with you, invulnerable to all methods, banishing all evil."

——"God’s Eye Unperceivable (Extraordinary Divine Power): The spirits shield you from the gods’ prying eyes, even the Furious Gods cannot predict you by any means."

Such power so quickly?

Duncan was slightly surprised as well. The spirits were so proactive this time that he was somewhat unprepared.

Surrounded by a group of shaman priests, the two entered the Darmda Assembly, where many nomadic tribes had gathered to discuss the strategies for next year’s offensives.

Currently, there were several disputes among them. Some believed they should attack the territory of the Zoroastrianism, which was prosperous and densely populated, while others thought they should cross the borders of the steppe and enter the lands of the Highland Nations. Some even suggested considering the conquest of the subcontinent countries first.

Geographically, their location was roughly akin to the Europe and Asia steppes of the Root World. There was great disagreement among the many tribal leaders; some thought they should attack Europe, others the Middle East, while some leaned towards conquering the South Asian subcontinent, etc.

The tent flap was lifted.

Duncan’s heroic figure entered the tent, drawing the attention of many tribal leaders who wondered who this person was, only to be told by the shaman that he was a warrior favored by the spirits.

Since he was a warrior favored by the spirits, they quickly accepted him.

"The nomadic tribes have not yet fully united."

With just a glance, Duncan understood the situation, realizing why the spirits were so enthusiastic.

He came to the steppe to explore the world’s situation, with its many pantheons, needing to gather intel on where to start.

Initially, many people paid attention to him. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

However, seeing Duncan sitting silently in the corner, the others also looked away and resumed debating their perspectives. Ultimately, nothing was decided, and the many tribal leaders dispersed in dissatisfaction. The old shaman seemed rather worried, as the lack of unity among the nomads may hinder the realization of the spirits’ will.

The entire Darmda Assembly lasted seven days, after which the many nomadic tribal leaders parted ways, each returning to their own territories.

Among them, some had already conquered small Middle Eastern countries, plundering vast wealth and populations, unwilling to abandon their hard-won territories. Others desired to conquer more lands, aiming to advance towards the Golden Coast, the heart of the Western world.

Everyone had their own ideas, which meant that there were no collective ideas.

"It’s similar to the situation in the Root World; the nomadic people need a powerful leader first to expand their lands significantly."

"Otherwise, with diverse motives, it would be impossible to focus their power."

Duncan spent these days doing nothing but observing and listening quietly until the end of the Darmda Assembly. He then picked up his grandfather’s battle axe and the Necromancy Spear, joining a migrating nomadic tribe headed towards the southeast subcontinent.

This tribe, named Torgut, was among the first nomadic tribes to migrate eastwards.

Their leader was Khan Klie, and during the Darmda Assembly, Duncan won his respect through a drinking contest with a group of nomadic warriors, earning an invitation to join him in conquering the subcontinent.

Duncan gladly accepted.

If it weren’t for the beautiful woman accompanying Duncan, Khan Klie would have considered selecting one of his many daughters to marry him.

Half a month later.

The vast nomadic army entered the subcontinent through the Borsymir Strait.

The spirits’ will guided them in their conquest of the world.

Though every shamanic sect interpreted the spirits’ will differently, for those tribal leaders who had just won consecutive victories, it didn’t matter where they attacked first; the key was to seize the opportunity to take what they desired.

In the impressive nomadic cavalry, Witch Gleya rode to catch up with Duncan at the front and said gravely, "Are you planning to first target the Aztec gods?"

She couldn’t understand why the spirits favored Duncan.

But she somewhat guessed that this man’s background was not simple, definitely not just an ordinary mortal.

Duncan did not directly answer her question but pointed into the distance and said slowly, "There are too many gods in this world."

"Even the All Spirits Faith of shamanism has not achieved unity."

What to do when there are too many gods?

Start by defeating a batch.

Then consider whether to defeat another batch based on the situation.

The spirits’ power surpassed that of the fairies of Avalon back then. With their support, Duncan’s explosive power was terrifying, capable of severing the reality foundation of certain divine entities.

This subcontinent was also active with tribal civilizations.

The most powerful among them was the Aztecs, a brutal kingdom that worshiped blood sacrifices.

When Duncan saw distant riders adorned with feathers on their heads, he confirmed that this subcontinent was likely a branch of the Indian civilization’s evolution. Whether in the Root World or here, their strength wasn’t formidable, only able to bully the native gods.

The Aztecs had exterminated the native tribes here hundreds of years ago and built a new nation, erecting magnificent temple pyramids in the dense jungle.

Subsequently, their territory continuously expanded, having even invaded the main continent, but to no avail against the Highland Nations.

Duncan gazed into the distance, musing silently, "The Indian gods, huh?"

"Is the Feathered Serpent God here?"

The spirits aimed to first conquer civilizations belonging to the Shamanism Pantheon, unifying them under Heaven’s will.

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(PS: One section was written after drinking, too many typos, got revised for quite a while.)