Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 953: Chapter 15: Falling Out!

Port district.

A secret underground chamber.

When Duncan pushed the door open and walked in, everyone present couldn’t help but look up at him. Seated at the head position was Della-Ishkir, dressed in a luxurious pale golden magic robe. She held a gilded staff, her fair fingers rubbing the magic ring with a large red gem set on her middle finger. Her slightly narrowed eyes showed a hint of dissatisfaction, but for some reason, when she met Duncan’s deep gaze, her heart skipped a beat, as if intimidated by his eyes.

"Everyone else, leave."

To the right of Della-Ishkir, one of the Five Fierce Women, Sharella-Tebron, stood up. Her voice was extremely cold, and with a slight raise of her hand, she motioned for the other members of the Wealth Church to leave.

Then this tall and beautiful woman stood up, approached Duncan before her, and asked in a slightly interrogative tone, "Did you offend the Mother of Great Bliss?"

"Why did the insider report back that you were expelled from the Great Divine Hall?"

This questioning tone made Duncan slightly narrow his eyes. He glanced lightly at Sharella beside him, and slowly walked to Della-Ishkir, pulled out a chair, and sat down, his deep eyes staring at the Gold Lord before him.

"I’m asking you a question!"

Duncan’s ignoring attitude made Sharella’s face fill with anger. She was so angry that her full chest heaved, and she said in a stern voice, "Duncan-Starfall!"

"You are far too presumptuous!"

"Don’t forget you’re just one member of the Golden Guards, and I am a Gold Lord of the Wealth Church!"

This proud woman seemed to want to discipline the man in front of her, to let him understand what it meant to know his place. However, just as she showed a hint of hostility, in the next second, with a clang, under the astonished eyes of Della-Ishkir, Duncan’s figure was like a raging lion, subduing the tall Priest before him with barbaric power in an instant, then effortlessly disarmed her weapon.

Clang!

Duncan pinched Sharella’s slender white neck with one hand and, with a bang, pressed her tall figure against the table, making her face away from him in a very humiliating posture. He then looked at Della-Ishkir before him with deep eyes and reached out to grope around Sharella’s full hips.

Ting-a-ling-a-ling.

With no dignity to speak of, the proud Gold Lord of the Wealth Church, a bishop-level Priest, was pressed against the luxurious mahogany desk by Duncan with one hand, even lifting her priestly long skirt, revealing her fair thighs, and even a more private area.

A poisoned dagger, several enchanted hidden weapons, a peculiar shuriken, and a few scrolls hidden on her body, among others.

Duncan’s eyes were fixed on Della-Ishkir ahead, until he had searched the entire body of the woman in his hand, the Gold Lord Sharella, removing all dangerous items, before releasing her neck and slowly sitting down in front of the ’Gold Lord.’

"You!..." Sharella gritted her teeth in anger, her beautiful face slightly twisted, extremely humiliated and furious, wishing to perish together with the man in front of her.

If this humiliation were to spread, her authority would be completely destroyed.

The recent action practically shredded her dignity, trampling her arrogance as a Gold Lord Bishop underfoot.

This man!

He has changed!

Della-Ishkir looked at Duncan before her and unexpectedly calmed down from her anger. But before she could speak, Sharella on the side wanted to grab a weapon. But in the next second, Duncan moved like lightning, directly grabbing her neck, causing her pretty face to flush red and nearly suffocate, as she was easily lifted up by Duncan with one hand.

"Release her."

Della-Ishkir took a deep breath, slowly stood up and said, "Lord Duncan-Starfall."

Legendary!

Not certain yet.

But probably very close to legendary.

Bang.

Duncan released his hand, and Sharella’s figure fell to the ground, her eyes showing a trace of fear and hatred as she knelt on the velvet-covered floor, gasping heavily.

This man was simply too presumptuous!

If it weren’t for the disappearance of the Goddess of Wealth, causing her to lose her divine grace and significantly weaken her ability to perform divine techniques, she would never have let him go.

"Looks like we can talk properly now."

Duncan put down the greatsword in his hand, his gaze calmly fixed on Della-Ishkir before him—the former Gold Lord of the Human Form, the head of the Wealth Church in Sailgant, and also one of the five Gold Lords known for her rationality.

Everything has changed.

The Human Form has gone through many battles, its strength has further improved, and having slain the Archbishop of the Suffering Church, it’s almost reached the threshold of the legendary.

The woman at his feet lacked the most basic respect for a legendary powerhouse!

"Lord, have you ascended to legendary?" Della-Ishkir said softly.

Duncan neither confirmed nor denied it, nodding calmly.

The Sharella kneeling on the ground, gasping, looked up in astonishment, her eyes fixed on Duncan, her expression uncertain. Then, she struggled to get up, standing behind Della-Ishkir.

Among the Five Fierce Women, she was the youngest and the most impulsive.

Della-Ishkir took a deep breath, calming her mood and said, "I ask the lord to forgive Sharella’s disrespectful actions, but you have just been too offensive."

Raise high, put down lightly.

This is the status of legendary, Della-Ishkir lightly chided both sides, as if wanting to let the matter pass.