Hyper-Dimensional Player

"Master!"

"Mount up!"

After breaking through the encirclement, Kulin dismounted without hesitation, offering his steed to Duncan.

But Duncan calmly replied, "No need."

After saying that, his figure accelerated into a sprint, matching the speed of the galloping warhorses. Behind him, Kulin and others quickly followed.

A flash of cold light arrives first, followed by a spear thrust like a dragon.

Duncan's figure charged forward with his spear, piercing through the chest of the oncoming enemy. He swung the corpse in a horizontal sweep, repelling several riders ahead. Amidst the howling wind, a horse had all its limbs broken, its bones snapped with a crisp sound, causing the charging enemy cavalry to tumble over.

At that moment, Duncan single-handedly grabbed a frightened horse, clamping it with his arm, using sheer barbaric power to hold it in place, rendering it immobile, even forcing its forelegs to kneel.

Once the startled horse stabilized, he finally grasped the reins and mounted the horse.

This scene.

Not only the three mother-daughter duo of Queen Lysiniya from afar were dumbfounded, but even the pursuing Forbidden Army cavalry watched in utter shock and disbelief.

"It's Governor Duncan of Britain!..." someone murmured.

All this while.

The Italian peninsula has always been rife with rumors about Governor Duncan of Britain. Legends said he slew over a hundred people in the Battle of Sharon, defeating the elite Huns to the point of collapse. It's said he possesses giant-like power, even fighting the Sea Serpent and Sea Demon barehanded, among other tales.

But, legends always have a tendency to exaggerate. Although they believed the Governor of Britain's martial prowess was astounding, given that he slayed God's Whip - Attila, claiming he slew a hundred was slightly excessive. European legends, other than figures from the Mythical Era, almost none accomplished a hundred kills.

Yet, what they witnessed today made them feel the rumors were somewhat conservative!

He is the only living myth of this era.

Duncan mounted his horse, leading Kulin and over ten others in a frontal charge against hundreds of cavalry ahead, though the exact number was unclear, at least five hundred or six hundred.

A thunderous shout!

The cavalry blocking Duncan's path trembled in fear, with some riders and horses panicking without control, as if their steed refused to obey.

A subtle aura, seemingly present yet absent, made the horses tremble slightly instilling dread in the enemy.

The horses seemed to have encountered a terrifying presence.

Boom!

In the instant of cavalry collision, Duncan's front enemy fell off one by one. There were virtually no foes able to withstand him in the spotlight as he pierced through them under the watchful eyes, so much so that when Kulin and others turned their horses to follow Duncan's lead, only one from his dozen followers fell, while the Forbidden Army cavalry had already lost dozens.

At that moment, viewing from across the river, Queen Lysiniya doubted anyone else was needed, as Governor Duncan seemed capable of slaughtering all these hundreds of cavalry alone!

Terrifying indeed.

She had witnessed valiant generals in her time, but none with such overwhelming martial prowess.

At present, the only figures they could think of were those heroes from mythological legends.

The Imperial Forbidden Army cavalry's morale was already crumbling, watching that man like witnessing a myth descending as a legendary hero. In one round of combat, Kulin and others killed over ten, while the rest were dispatched one by one by Duncan's spear, if not for the injured baggage they carried, one might suspect he meant to stop at nothing.

Another charge gathering the dozen riders.

Duncan's gaze icy, showing no trace of fear, as these Imperial Forbidden Guards bore no distinct mark, many possibly had never even stepped onto a battlefield. If it were faced with the Feudal Knights of the Western Goth Kingdom, he would show some caution, since during the Battle of Sharon, the heavy cavalry of the Western Goth Kingdom bore additional marks, some even being elite units of two-star silver-grey.

But with this ceremonial troop, who had never been on a battlefield, Duncan charged without a second thought.

Amidst the swirling dust.

The battlefield was filled with overturned people and horses.

As Duncan commenced his second charge, some of the enemy began to frantically evade and flee, with hundreds of cavalry being split in half, like waves willingly parting, a searing iron bar piercing their formation.

Thousands of troops and horses avoiding one man!

Duncan directly targeted a leader-marked two-star whiteboard unit, spearing and felling the enemy from horseback, then regrouping the others behind him for a third charge, as the Forbidden Army cavalry's formation had already descended into chaos.

By now, those left blocking the path had rushed back and forth three times, but their battle grew lighter as they realized the enemy had begun a large-scale retreat at some point.

Hundreds of cavalry were shattered solely by Duncan's force!

The battlefield was scattered with wailing warhorses, three rounds of charges killing one or two hundred, leaving the remaining enemies with no courage to fight.

"Cross the river!"

Duncan swung his spear, flicking away the blood stains, glancing at the exuberant Kulin and others beside him, saying: "Let's go."

I will take you back.

Duncan chose not to pursue, finding chasing light cavalry too cumbersome.

As they crossed the river.

Not far away, a sound of galloping hooves arose, subsequently, a formidable sight of nearly a thousand cavalry appeared in view. It turned out Duncan had spotted an anomaly through strategic maps, leading his most elite personal guard to rush towards the battlefield, reaching the scene at the critical moment.