Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 584 - 109: The End of Myth! The World Divided in Three (Part 2)

Each piece of gold here is the essence of blood and fire, war and slaughter, loyalty and courage.

A soldier.

Put aside everything else; their lives are wagered for wealth and honor. The gold they exchanged with their lives is now largely dedicated to Duncan, creating this majestic Golden Throne.

Very good, very loyal.

As long as Duncan accepts this majestic Golden Throne, he will be the wealthiest emperor in this world.

Boom!

A thunderous sound of footsteps.

Originally loyal to the Khan of Chagatai, these tribes also offered their own gifts—a grand and lavish chariot, like a palace moving across the land. At the front are four armored battle elephants, decorated with gold and jewels, with even their tusks inlaid with gems.

Its size is perfect to hold that magnificent Golden Throne on top.

The ultimate on earth!

Duncan's extensive grants of land have made numerous prairie warriors grateful; they have offered their best possessions.

As long as the grassland civilization does not go extinct, for the next ten thousand years, people will sing praises of the generous Heavenly Khan!

The heroic figure of Duncan slowly rises.

He gently raises his hand, and the witch Gleya immediately understands; she trembles with excitement, voluntarily bows to the ground, and carefully holds Duncan's right hand.

Glory, Duncan never keeps it all to himself!

Under the gaze of all.

Holding Gleya's hand, Duncan steps onto the magnificent chariot; the four armored battle elephants kneel to the ground as if subdued by his aura, and the mighty Golden Throne is placed on top. Finally, as Duncan sits down, a roaring cheer seems to lift the entire plain.

"Heavenly Khan!"

"King of Kings!" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Son of Heaven!"

"Unyielding War God!"

Waves of cheers spread like tidal waves; Duncan accepts this Golden Throne and also embraces the loyalty of the ten thousand prairie warriors. Even if they were to fall in future battles, their souls would not enter Heaven's domain but return here, becoming heroic spirits under Duncan's banner.

All spirits rejoice.

They feel such a spectacle is worthy of their eternal chosen one.

"Set forth!"

"Let us conquer this world!!!"

Duncan slowly draws his longsword, pointing towards the distant Golden Coast. The embodiment of royal power in this world is not the Keeper of Oaths but the Golden Throne beneath him.

Boom!

Countless grassland cavalry gallop, followed closely by dozens of battle elephant corps, a mighty infantry of indigenous warriors, Persian shield and sword bearers, and surrendered undead legions, all forming a long snake formation, stretching tens of kilometers towards the Golden Coast.

This time, all of Duncan's forces are fully unleashed.

The horn blares long.

In the direction of the port area, hundreds of warships are raising sail and further afield one sees traces of dragonships. Standing on deck is a valiant female warrior, the bow carved with a sea banshee, she gazes towards the distant horizon and solemnly says: "Report to the Queen immediately."

"The prairie army has set out!"

Storm Islands.

Near a port close to the continental shelf, many robust native warriors are gathering. In an extremely short time, they completed their transformation; although still in native appearances, they now wear distinctive horned helmets and have a hint of Germanic Berserker aura.

—Odin's Warriors.

Hegel's silhouette stands among them, he gazes at the distant sea in silent contemplation, unsure about the future, but wishes to control his own destiny.

Tutu Port.

Queen Annie-Potter rises excitedly, she stares at the messenger before her, immediately stands and says, "Gather the army at once!"

"Block the port!"

"Send people to surround Lady of Fury's temple."

"From today onwards."

"Revoke all powers of the Sea God Church in the Simir Kingdom!"

That man is about to overturn the table.

Annie Potter chooses her allegiance at the first opportunity; she cannot seek favor with Lady of Fury at this time; even if it means dying, she will die before that man, ensuring he remembers her forever.

The previous abandonment left her like a resentful woman unable to free herself.

The gods of the Beast Worship Sect quietly fragment.

Under the secret manipulation of Suliss Goddess, gods of the Golden Coast are splitting; unlike the previous reckless actions of the Furious Gods, Suliss Goddess at least has drawn several divine spirits of the Beast Worship Sect into her faction and reorganized a new pantheon, with the addition of the Great Goddess Isis further exacerbating the rift among the gods of the Golden Coast.

The world's structure quietly shifts.

The ancient Greek pantheon and the Norse pantheon unobtrusively join forces, capturing areas around Storm Islands before the Golden Coast's gods can react, then approach the coastline with a grand fleet. Yet they seem to wait for something, not launching an attack, merely enforcing a blockade.

Lady of Fury is unprecedentedly silent.

At this time, it should have been Lady of Fury's moment to rage, for her domain is the sea, if she wished to summon tsunamis to destroy these fleets, it would be a matter of ease.

Yet she has not done so.

The current Lady of Fury seems to become a unique neutral faction, neither supporting the Furious Gods nor assisting other divine spirits.

According to legend.

An Ocean Divine Descendant claimed to have seen a giant with a long spear and a single eye enter Lady of Fury's Holy Sanctuary alone.

That majestic figure closely resembles the Odin God spread among the Storm Islands.