Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 962: Chapter 18: Execution!

Outside Sergeant City.

"Lord Duncan."

"The Dragon Guard has arrived near Dragon Lake, bringing with them a silver dragon and two bronze dragons," a silver dagger wanderer said respectfully.

Three dragons, all in their youth.

The Five Fierce Women still held back, as Duncan knew that the Wealth Church had a contract with the evil chromatic dragons and could even summon an adult red dragon.

But silver dragon it is, most likely connected to the elves.

Duncan nodded slightly and instructed, "Have the Golden Legion seal off all exits of Sergeant City; within one day, I want to clear away their eyes and ears."

God’s perspective, activate!

Just as Duncan quietly laid a large trap, the members of the Joyous faction were escorting Carnival Master Corrall back to the base camp. Despite the high-tier priests detoxifying him, Corrall’s condition was poor. His long-term indulgent behavior left him physically weakened, now further corroded by the toxin goddess’s power, he was so frail he couldn’t even walk properly.

The torment of the toxin left him no longer in his carefree form; within days, he seemed as thin as a skeleton.

"Master Corrall."

"We’re almost at Sergeant."

"Hang in there," a Joyous messenger said respectfully.

Even as he spoke, his eyes involuntarily flickered, cautiously scanning the surroundings. Although he wasn’t one of Duncan’s men, he served the Joyous High Priest. Some forces in Sergeant City wanted the Carnival Master dead.

Should the Carnival Master die, the Joyous High Priest would naturally ascend, and many in the Joyous faction would flock to her.

"Hmm."

"What’s the situation with the High Mother?" Carnival Master Corrall asked weakly.

No response.

At this moment, sudden screams erupted around them, followed by a poison mist spreading in all directions. A figure like a charging beast emerged, summoning a strange nightmare steed from the lower plane, holding an unusual barbed long spear and rushing toward him (similar to a hook lance).

Bang!

A dull thud.

The carriage carrying Carnival Master Corrall was overturned on the spot. Accompanied by a hoarse laugh, Blood Mark Priest-Veris directly shattered the carriage’s wall with a single strike, skewering Corrall’s body, blood gushing, the spear piercing his chest. The devotee of the Lady of Torture casually flung Corrall’s body onto the ground like a falling leaf in the wind.

The warhorse charged ahead, the nightmare trampling over him, Corrall’s body resembling a torn rag.

A fallen phoenix is no match for a chicken.

Especially since the Carnival Master wasn’t even a phoenix, just an overblown figure.

Nightmare neigh!

Just as Blood Mark Priest-Veris prepared to offer the Carnival Master’s death to the Lady of Torture, distant sounds of charging cavalry emerged. In the next moment, dozens of elite cavalry donned in golden armor appeared in view, led by a gallant figure holding a silver spear, his deep voice resounding: "Golden Legion! Follow me!"

The earth trembled!

Warhorses neighed.

These dozens of elite armored cavalry roared as they raised their lances. As faint light shimmered on their bodies, the warhorses under them emitted piercing cries, launching a charge with unstoppable momentum.

"It’s the Golden Legion of the Wealth Church!"

"And the Hand of Saint Coin!"

The alliance of goddesses had endured for hundreds of years. The Joyous faction immediately recognized the elite battle group of their allies.

Dozens of iron cavalry thundered past.

The outermost suffering cultists barely had time to cast a spell before being trampled into meat pulp by the cavalry. These were the Sambia warhorses with a trace of dragon vein blood, ridden by knights adorned in full plate armor, the fearsome force of the Wealth Church in the Dragon Bay, the Golden Guard Armored Cavalry.

Duncan’s figure led the charge!

With his ’Holy Seal Spear,’ he skewered a Suffering Monk on the spot. Behind him, the Golden Legion’s armored knights took out most of the enemies in a single charge, then drew their two-handed greatswords for a frenzied slaughter, their excellent armor leaving no need for shields.

Behind them appeared the Hand of Saint Coin’s priest group, carrying pure gold holy emblems and chanting spells, divine lights continuously descending.

Let these hicks see just how extravagant the Wealth Church is!

The entire knight troupe was uniformly equipped with curiosity-level plate armor, uniform magical resistance belts, uniform power vambraces, uniform insightful helms, and dragon steeds cultivated with true gold and silver breaking through everything. Even faced with nightmares summoned from lower planes, they showed no weakness.

With such a fully gold star armored knight troupe, Duncan wouldn’t hesitate to charge headlong into any number of foes!

"Die!"

Duncan roared, under cover of armored cavalry from both sides first killed a Suffering Monk. Then, thrust his Holy Seal Spear towards Blood Mark Priest-Veris ahead.

A lion uses all its strength even to catch a rabbit.

This exchange was an equal match, using Carnival Master Corrall’s life to take down a Lady of Torture-Lavita devotee!

Clang.

Sparks flew.

At the moment of impact, Blood Mark Priest-Veris’s expression turned shocked; the enemy’s strength was astonishing, almost like facing a beastman berserker.