Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 108 The Bear Demon Who Speaks with a Colonel's Accent
The battle ended extremely quickly, from the surprise attack to the annihilation, in just a few dozen breaths.

Moonbeam folded up the Thousand Chance Umbrella and gazed solemnly at the gate to the secret realm.

"Haochen, gather the others into Eternal Melody," Moonbeam said in a deep voice. "In case this is a randomly teleported secret realm, we must avoid getting separated."

Long Haochen nodded, and the Eternal Melody in his hand flashed. Wang Yuanyuan, Han Yu and others were instantly taken into the Eternal Tower, leaving only Moonbeam and Long Haochen in the arena.

Yuehui raised her hand, and a wisp of purple-gold lightning danced at her fingertips, coiling around Long Haochen's wrist like a serpent.

"go!"

Before the words were finished, Yuehui had already transformed into a streak of purple lightning and plunged into the seven-colored light gate.

Without hesitation, Long Haochen followed closely behind, and the two figures were instantly swallowed up by the gate of the secret realm.

……

When Yuehui opened his eyes again, the scene around him startled him slightly.

This is a long-sealed forging room, where time seems to have stood still.

The furnace, which had been extinguished for many years, was cold and lifeless, with a thick layer of ash inside.

Various ores were scattered on the ground, some weathered and others with a dull metallic luster, but their original types were no longer recognizable.

In the corner, several forging hammers leaned against the wall, their wooden handles long since rotted, and their iron hammerheads covered in reddish-brown rust.

The shields and armor piled up to the side also could not escape the erosion of time; rust spread like vines across the metal surface, swallowing up all their former sharpness.

The air was thick with the smell of rust, mixed with the stench of dust and decay.

But Long Haochen was not by his side.

"As expected, it's a random teleportation."

Moonbeam closed his eyes, carefully sensing the aura within the secret realm. After a moment, he detected the lightning element mark he had left behind about three miles away, and only then did he feel relieved.

"Three miles away. It seems this secret realm is quite large." Yuehui stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Holding the Thousand Chance Umbrella, Yuehui's gaze swept over the long-sealed forging room.

"Let's see if there are any clues here."

He casually tapped the stack of rusted armor with the tip of his umbrella, and with a "whoosh," the entire stack of equipment instantly turned into a pile of iron filings, raising a cloud of reddish-brown dust.

"They're all rotten as expected." Moonlight shook his head in slight disappointment and turned to leave.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the forging anvil and furnace in the corner.

Because he remembered an old saying.

The furnace remains even after the person leaves; the furnace is passed down through three generations.

Forging tools that can withstand the test of time must be exquisite products made of superior materials.

Thinking of this, a glint of light flashed in Yuehui's eyes.

Adhering to the fine tradition of "scraping three feet of the ground before entering a secret realm", he strode towards the seemingly ordinary anvil.

Perhaps these forging tools, which have survived for thousands of years, are the real treasures in this dilapidated forge.

With a slight flick of her wrist, Yuehui tapped the tip of the Thousand Machine Umbrella lightly against the surface of the anvil.

"Zheng——"

The crisp clang of metal against metal echoed in the silent forging chamber, and the oxide layer covering the anvil peeled off in response.

As the rust fell away, a dark, shiny metallic luster suddenly appeared.

"This is.?"

What appeared before him was a black, shiny forging anvil.

Even more astonishing was the faint halo flowing across the surface of the anvil, its restrained yet profound light standing out brilliantly in the dimly lit forging room.

"A legendary anvil!" Moonlight's breath hitched.

It is truly beyond expectations that a forging tool that has survived for tens of thousands of years still maintains its legendary quality.

What was the quality of this anvil at its peak?
Epic? Immortal? Or a divine artifact?
"As expected of the dwarves who specialize in forging." Moonlight couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

He then placed both hands on either side of the anvil and tentatively applied about 30% of his strength.

The anvil remained completely still.

He raised an eyebrow and gradually increased the pressure.

Only when all of its spiritual power—tens of thousands—was used up, did the anvil finally creak and barely lift off the ground!

Moonlight's face flushed red, and veins bulged on his forehead as he used all his strength to store the legendary anvil into his storage equipment.

He let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from his brow, and muttered with lingering fear, "Damn it, how could this thing be so heavy?"

After catching his breath, he turned to the forging furnace beside him and tapped it lightly with the Thousand-Machine Umbrella.

Unlike the anvil, this forging furnace instantly turned into a handful of ashes, which drifted into the air.

“What a pity,” Moonbeam shook his head, but quickly regained his composure. “However, getting this anvil is already worth it. If we bring it back to the Holy Alliance, those master blacksmiths will probably fight tooth and nail for it; we might even be able to exchange it for an epic-grade, or even immortal-grade, piece of equipment.”

Just as he was talking to himself, a strange reflection suddenly flashed in the swirling dust.

Upon closer inspection, Yuehui discovered a completely black, rod-shaped object lying beside the ruins of the forging furnace.

"This is.?"

He walked closer for a closer look and discovered that it was a giant forging hammer about two meters long.

The hammer is as black as ink, and its surface is engraved with ancient and intricate patterns. In the dim light, it looks like an ordinary fire poker.

Most surprisingly, all the other forging tools around had rotted into dust, but this hammer remained intact.

Moonlight reached out and grasped the hammer handle, lifting it with a slight effort.

The hammer was surprisingly light, a stark contrast to the heavy anvil from before.

Moonlight gazed at the intricate patterns on the hammer, and the more she looked, the more familiar they seemed.

He frowned slightly, then a sudden flash of inspiration struck him, and his eyes widened instantly.

"Holy crap! Is that the Giant Spirit God?!"

This seemingly ordinary forging hammer has patterns on it that are exactly the same as those on Wang Yuanyuan's Giant Spirit God Shield!
"Good heavens, a forging hammer from the Giant Spirit God clan?" He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. "What exactly is the relationship between the Giant Spirit God clan and the Dwarf clan?"

This astonishing discovery plunged Moonbeam into a brief moment of contemplation.

However, he quickly came to his senses and carefully put the sledgehammer into his storage space.

Once we find Long Haochen, we can have Wang Yuan examine it to determine if it is a bloodline weapon of the Giant Spirit God clan.

After a thorough search of the forging room, Moonshine obtained several well-preserved rare metal ores.

After confirming that there was nothing else of value, he left the forge.

The sight before him startled him slightly—the entire secret realm was actually inside a hollowed-out mountain!
The surrounding rock walls are covered with one mine after another, and in the distance you can see flowing lava and huge furnaces.

This mountain is clearly the former giant home of the dwarves!

Moonlight's breathing suddenly quickened, and her gaze burned as she stared intently into the depths of the secret realm: "Could there really be a divine artifact in this place?"

Just as he was feeling excited, the wooden door of a nearby forging workshop was suddenly smashed to pieces with a loud crash.

Amidst the flying sawdust, a terrifying bear demon, its body covered in black fur like steel needles, strode out.

The moment the human and the demon locked eyes, the air seemed to freeze.

"You!" the bear demon suddenly spoke, pointing his thick bear paw at the moonlight: "What do you mean, 'work'?!"

(End of this chapter)