Chapter 546: Chapter 96: Titan’s Power! Heaven’s Gaze_3 However, according to legend, the Gods of Faith are not so easily killed. Their true forms can merge with the Divine Country.
In this primal era, the system of Divine Techniques had not yet fully formed.
Many divine techniques were still in a developmental state.
The abilities that most divine spirits could grant to priests stemmed from their domains; beyond that, even the divine spirits couldn’t help. There wasn’t anything like a magical web to utilize, and casting spells required ritual support and the divine spirit’s consent to borrow power.
It’s like the eastern rituals of summoning deities; if the divine spirit ignores you, no amount of pleading will help.
Even for eastern spells, if you want to summon a deity, you must offer incense regularly so that they respond promptly at critical moments.
The standard of piety for priests is just so.
After tending the wound, the witch Gleya turned to leave, and before departing, she pointedly remarked, "Avoid strenuous activities, don’t ride horses, superficial wounds can wait, but the injury to your chest might rupture at any moment."
After speaking, she glanced meaningfully at the beautiful lady pirate beside her.
That means you.
Duncan’s chest was pierced by a necromantic gun, and even with regeneration, it’s not easy to completely heal.
— "Curse of Death: You have slain a subordinate deity of the ancient Egyptian Death Pantheon and seized their power of death. They won’t easily give up on revenge, and you may be attacked by creatures from the Netherworld at any time. Other enemies from the Death Sect might also try to assassinate you."
There’s a negative mark on his human form.
Duncan didn’t mind much, after all, enemies who come to him only serve to strengthen him.
After the witch Gleya left, the alluring lady pirate knelt beside Duncan. She seemed to hesitate in speech, but Duncan simply patted her rear, causing her to obediently tie her hair and lower her head.
He can’t move, but there are other solutions.
He simply stayed still.
It’s no big deal; can a person be troubled by such a small issue?
The night deepened.
A mysterious silhouette suddenly appeared, almost completely invisible, blending with the shadows of the barracks, resembling both a living person and a ghost.
With the whisper of spells, strands of sand transformed into shadows, dispersing in all directions.
Before long.
The eerie figure stealthily approached Duncan’s tent.
— Ghostly Assassin Nibuhepotel-Khufu (Five-star Silver Gray)!
In the Dimension Space.
Duncan was immediately jolted awake into a combat-ready state. He’s least afraid of assassins because once he’s locked by murderous intent, he instantly enters a higher-dimensional perspective.
"They really dared to come!"
Duncan patted the lady pirate beside him. She quickly opened her eyes, flipped up, grabbed the rapier by the bed, and cautiously asked, "What’s happening?"
Pirates constantly wander and are highly vigilant.
Over the years, only when sleeping beside Duncan did she dare to sleep soundly.
Duncan pointed to the necromantic gun beside him, signaling her to pass it to him.
Buzz.
Upon taking the necromantic gun, the gun body subtly trembled. Duncan stood up, stretched his muscles, then grabbed the battle gun and assumed a javelin-throwing posture.
In an instant!
Bang.
A crimson lightning bolt tore through the sky, piercing the tent, spanning over a hundred meters, penetrating a nearby wooden fence, and nailing a stealthy figure to the wall.
The necromantic gun pierced the skull.
Even a Legendary Powerhouse died instantly without a chance to react, leaving only wide, shocked eyes.
Duncan sat down, patted the captivating lady pirate’s rear, gesturing her to retrieve the necromantic gun.
Without a Celtic recovery rune, once thrown, he had to retrieve it himself.
Annie Porter’s face was filled with shock and deep admiration. She pulled the necromantic gun from the wall, glanced at the instantly dead unlucky guy, and carried the blood-stained long gun back to the tent.
By this time, the commotion had drawn the patrolling barbarians.
No matter how many come, Duncan kills them all.
Duncan was genuinely worried they wouldn’t dare come; in this era, camp raids weren’t easy, because warriors’ physical qualities are stronger.
Even if he can’t kill instantly, the barbarians could chop a Legendary Powerhouse into minced meat.
Several days quickly passed.
Just as Duncan led his army besieging the Golden City, in the distant Storm Isles, some changes were quietly taking place.
No one knew when.
The statue of Oreitia, the Amazon queen, had been toppled, replaced by the statue of a heroic goddess holding a spear and shield. She appeared somewhat like the Goddess of Wisdom, Athena, only her visage was more menacing, even possessing a bit of the cold darkness of primordial divine spirits, akin to the Celtic pantheon Duncan had seen long ago.
Darkened Athena, the face of Goddess Suliss.