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Chapter 271 Our Ancestor Judges You in the Name of Heretics—Chop, chop, chop! (Please Subscribe)

Besides failing to learn from past mistakes, intelligent races also dedicate all their intelligence to warfare and killing techniques!

The art of simmering!

The harbor of Tranquil Harbor is so large, and there is so much information to investigate, that the exploration progress has naturally slowed down.

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However, Lin Li is not stupid; he can come up with a clever idea.

After handing over the basic information about Ningjing Port that he had initially explored to the pioneering team, he received gratitude from Commander Man and also some inquiries.

Then, based on these key inquiries, Lin Li proactively explored more port information.

The port's wharves, breakwaters, docks, slipways, supply facilities (oil, water, and electricity supply), defense systems, and logistics and living facilities were all once again the focus of Linli's attention.

Considering that the outcome of this battle would determine whether he could retire peacefully in the future, Lin Li was very serious during the exploration!

What was given to the pioneering team before was basic information about the outskirts of Tranquil Harbor, at most rough military information.

It doesn't matter if the exploration team doesn't attack this place.

But the pioneering team has a tradition: either they don't do it at all, or they deliver a fatal blow!

It gives the enemy absolutely no time to react.

Therefore, if an attack is to be launched against the dwarves, it is essential to completely block any possibility of the Mithril Clan turning the tide in the future.

In order to explore more useful information, Lin Li's clone, after leaving the pioneering team, once again worked overtime.

Tranquil Harbor, the base of the dwarven mithril clan!

At this moment, Lin Li's figure blended into a gray-brown rock, and the optical camouflage on his camouflage suit almost perfectly simulated the surrounding light and texture.

These magical technological devices, powered by elven magical energy and capable of optical invisibility, making them virtually undetectable unless viewed from close range, were something Lin Li had casually acquired earlier.

These tools are now helping Lin Li to easily complete some previously unthinkable infiltration and observation missions.

Lin Li held his breath, looking through a high-powered telescope at the massive military complex embedded in the mountain ahead.

The more they investigated, the more silent Lin Li became.

Ahead lies the heavily guarded Dwarven port military base area.

But the defense density here is very high!

Through the telescope, one can see numerous cave entrances and figures moving about on the cliffs.

In some places, the cold glint of metal was clearly a defensive fire network.

Besides these, thanks to the enhancement of the spacetime source matter, one can also vaguely see some points of magical flux.

It could be a magical energy shield used by dwarves, or it could be some kind of magical attack device.

"That's outrageous! Their business is as solid as an ironclad fortress!"

Thankfully, the dwarves have declined!

Even so, in a world with superhuman powers, productivity and some buildings are beyond reason.

The construction logic of the dwarven war fortresses is full of steel-and-metal violence aesthetics.

This special base, carved out of the entire mountain, includes an airport, military camps, living quarters, and all the necessary facilities to facilitate the long-term settlement of local residents.

He recalled a movie made by an old eccentric more than ten years ago—"The Taking of Tiger Mountain".

But the scene before us is many times more magnificent than the airport in the movie Tiger Mountain.

Of course, it is also many times more dangerous.

This massive port base has been carved through the mountains by the dwarves. More than one wide flight path runs through it, like the gaping maw of a behemoth, ready to devour war machines forged from steel at any moment.

The only thing that can give people a slight sense of relief is that these airport runways were not built to be too steep in order to improve takeoff and landing efficiency and safety.

Even so, the difficulty of taking this place head-on would be absolutely hellish.

The mountainside was densely packed with large-caliber fortress cannons of different calibers, their muzzles pitch black. Under the keen eye of an observer, the runes on the cannons could be vaguely seen pointing menacingly at the sky and the earth.

These devastating weapons, positioned high above, can effortlessly blast any invading enemy in the vicinity into rubble.

The dwarven military craftsmen's skills had reached an almost obsessive level; Lin Li discovered that they had crafted the entire mountain fortress with remarkable fluidity and clarity. After using a drone to scan and create a 3D model, he couldn't even find many exploitable blind spots.

Without ultra-long-range weapons, the only way to take this place is by sheer numbers!

Of course, the University of Tokyo has quite a few ways to take over this place.

However, the occupation period is estimated to take a long time.

Without accurate intelligence, launching an attack head-on will inevitably result in heavy casualties!

Most importantly, it will take up a lot of time.

Dwarves are stubborn and cunning. If humans launch a thunderous attack on Tranquil Harbor and easily destroy the enemy's node to occupy the place, the dwarves will definitely be wary and fearful.

If the war turns into a protracted conflict, what awaits us in the future will definitely be a protracted mountain war.

If this happens, the pioneering team will be plunged into endless trouble.

Even a mighty eagle faces disastrous consequences from mountain guerrilla warfare, let alone a dwarf civilization that relies entirely on caves for its habitat and possesses technological heritage.

Therefore, we must fight Pangule and the dwarven forces that may come to our aid from the surrounding area with exceptional skill.

Lin Li observed carefully and discovered that the only weak point in the defense of Tranquil Harbor might be after the enemy had entered the port city beneath Tranquil Harbor.

By that time, these massive cannons, primarily designed for medium- and long-range and high-altitude strikes, will have lost most of their effectiveness.

However, just thinking about the dense underground fortifications built by the dwarves in the dwarven port city makes Lin Li's scalp tingle.

Without special means, Ningjing Port would be difficult to conquer.

With the outer 3D model established, Lin Li attempted to penetrate deep into the fortress.

But the fortress's internal defenses in the harbor were far more formidable than Lin Li had imagined.

Even with the ability to change his appearance using his projection clones, Lin Li, who had insufficient time for preliminary reconnaissance and intelligence gathering, was almost discovered!

Without the key and password, and without a communication code, Lin Li can forget about infiltrating and investigating for the time being.

"The defenses of this dilapidated seaport are actually more stringent than those of the sealed base in the mountains!"

Lin Li frowned deeply!

Unable to penetrate this area in a short time, after much deliberation, he temporarily abandoned his plan to enter the fortress and instead turned his attention to a relatively weakly defended point in the port city.

That was an armory responsible for port security and ammunition replenishment, under the jurisdiction of the garrison commander, and its defenses were far weaker than those of the military fortresses guarding the coast.

Stirring up a pool of spring water, letting them create chaos on their own, and then taking advantage of the confusion can sometimes be more effective than breaching a fortress.

The towering figures of dwarves moved through the shadows of the port city, eventually stopping in a secluded corner.

His body twisted and changed, his face changed again, his muscles began to bulge, thick beards grew wildly from his chin and sideburns, and a large number of Mithril Clan ornaments began to appear on his body.

He had become a standard Mithril Clan dwarf.

After a while...

Some dwarven security patrols were patrolling nearby when suddenly someone smelled a pungent odor.

"What does it taste like?"

As soon as the dwarf patrol approached, they saw the fire!

Rumble—!

The violent explosion suddenly tore apart a corner of the armory, shattering the silent night sky.

A towering flame followed closely behind, as large quantities of spilled gasoline and various accelerants transformed into a roaring fire dragon in the explosion, greedily devouring everything around it.

In the chaos, a dwarf figure burst forth from the flames like a ghost.

He transformed into a whirlwind, and with a single blow, the heads of the other Mithril Clan dwarves who had come upon hearing the news were smashed open like rotten watermelons.

Then, he roared in a hoarse, fanatical dwarven language: "For the glory of the Bronzehammer Clan, you damned mithril scum!"

"Those bastards who slandered us deserve to die!"

As he wielded his axe to reap lives, he searched for flammable spots, then took out more fuel canisters from his personal storage space, continuously expanding the area of ​​the fire and creating a larger-scale riot.

To create chaos, he even took out a megaphone and broadcast his roar throughout the entire block: "By order of our ancestor Gazul, cleanse the corrupt and rebellious Mithril Clan!"

"The elders of the Mithril Clan have been corrupted by evil, and a large number of Mithril Clan warriors have been corrupted. They are attempting to break the temporal seal of the Pangulet Fortress!"

The pungent smell of gasoline, the acrid odor of burnt flesh, the clanging of metal, and the deafening explosions of ammunition within the armory completely shattered the order of the tranquil harbor.

Before long, the dwarven sheriffs who had received the news arrived at the scene one after another, carrying weapons.

"Evil traitor, bastard who worships outward gods, heretic who corrupts the faith of the great dwarves!!!!!"

Lin Li shouted as he slashed with his weapon.

In the chaos, a patrol unit of dwarven centurions was the first to arrive in formation to provide support.

However, what they saw was a heavily armored soldier wielding a finely crafted runic battleaxe, moving so fast that he was almost impossible to lock onto with the naked eye. He was slaughtering the dwarven sheriffs while shouting and creating even more chaos.

"He said we were heretics?"

"Who is that?"

"What speed!" a young dwarf exclaimed.

"Such speed can only be achieved by the King's Guard and our elite personal guards—" Seeing the dwarf still protecting himself after killing someone, he shouted, "—No——he's not a member of the guards! He's a traitor who caused chaos!"

"Kill him!"

"Centurion, he's too fast and too powerful. We can't fight him. We need to summon our rune warriors!"

"You idiot, the rune warriors are out cleaning up the scum at the celestial convergence!"

"Delay him! His attack power is so strong right now, the rune armor will definitely overload, and the potion will expire. Wait until—he charges!"

"Damn it, let's all attack and kill him!"

As the dwarves saw Lin Li's clones charging towards them, some prepared for hand-to-hand combat, while others swept their attacks with their three-eyed fire spells.

Not a single dwarf chose to run away!

Bang bang bang!

The dwarves' prized three-eyed muskets roared in unison, raining down lead bullets upon their opponent. But amidst the piercing clang of metal and the flying sparks, the tin can hurtled towards them.

The opponent wielded the runic battleaxe with ease, as if cutting through tofu, each swing accompanied by a dwarf's head soaring into the sky.

Screams, roars, howls, and then, a few dozen breaths later, the skirmish was over!

The well-equipped hundred-man dwarf squad was wiped out without exception, all reduced to scattered corpses.

After the slaughter, Lin Li shook off the blood and bits of flesh, then used spacetime essence to replenish his lost strength. Just as he was about to move, he suddenly remembered the dwarf prisoners he had captured earlier.

"Let's arm them more! Maybe they can surprise me!"

His original intention was to create as much chaos as possible. Having easily killed so many dwarven security forces this time, Lin Li thought he could make things even bigger.

He immediately activated his mind, first absorbing all the mutilated corpses of the patrol team.

Then, in a burst of blue light, the headless corpse of the dwarf, now only wearing clothes, was haphazardly piled up in a heap.

Their equipment had already been left behind by Lin Li when they entered and exited their personal space.

Seeing the arrival of the dwarven sheriff who wanted to maintain order, Lin Li grinned maliciously, playing the previously recorded audio through a loudspeaker while throwing barrel after barrel of gasoline into the dwarven supply depot.

When gasoline, mixed with the dwarves' fuel and food, burned together, chaos spread like a plague.

The quiet port was completely engulfed in chaos.

The logistics dwarves responsible for fighting the fire, the patrol teams that rushed over from all directions, and the dwarves from various tribes who were alarmed were all drawn to the area around this sea of ​​fire.

Seeing the chaos here was enough to attract attention, Lin Li, who had transformed into a dwarf, grinned and set up several timed explosive devices in flammable and explosive places before slipping into a dark corner where no one would notice.

The pale blue light flashed and disappeared like ripples on water.

His clone had already left, leaving behind only a lit powder keg and a harbor that would take a long time to repair.

A few minutes later, on the other side of the city, where the fires of the armory had not yet completely died down, a gloomy dwarf quietly emerged from a dark alley.

It was a projection clone standing in the forest.

However, this clone was specially created for the dwarves' side.

Over the past few days, Lin Li has managed to get to know the dwarves quite well. While the dwarven clans differ in details and styles, they all share nearly identical beliefs.

For example, their dwarf god Grimnir, and their ancestor Gazul!

Lin Li kept these clues in mind, which helped him provide appropriate assistance at some crucial moments!

This time, Lin Li's clones descended directly onto the enslaved group captured by the Mithril Clan, as well as the Copper Hammer Clan prisoners who were unaware that they would be sacrificed.

After investigating for so long, Lin Li discovered that not everyone in the Mithril Clan was corrupted by Chaos!

There are also those within the Mithril clan who have not been corrupted.

However, Lin Li did not have time to carefully verify the facts. He only confirmed that the Mithril Clan was the mastermind behind the attempt to tear open the spacetime rift through a massive flesh and blood sacrifice ritual.

To this end, they gathered a vast number of intelligent beings, hoping to use the lives and souls of these intelligent beings to infect the former seal.

During the day that Tranquil Harbor was scouting, thousands of prisoners of all kinds had been sent toward Pangula Fortress.

If no one saves them, their tragic future is self-evident!

When Lin Li arrived, the prisoners gathered here were already the third batch of the day.

However, the dwarven forces responsible for escorting the offerings were severely insufficient due to various problems, which gave Lin Li some opportunities.

An under-guarded escort force needs to wait for a sufficient number of guards before it can safely deliver the offerings to its destination.

Lin Li stayed there for a while and noticed that there was a commotion at the port. It turned out that there was indeed a disturbance at the prisoner-of-war camp, but the disturbance was quickly distracted by the sounds of drinking and various games.

Lin Li's lips twitched.

"Are these dwarves really that carefree?"

Lin Li once again felt that same feeling of being tense on the outside but relaxed on the inside!

With this in mind, Lin Li directly deployed remote-controlled bombs in some dwarf military camps.

After working for a while, Lin Li confirmed that the arrangements were almost complete before heading towards the dwarf prison area with satisfaction.

Dwarf Prisoner Detention Area!

Tiat, a young warrior from the Copper Hammer Clan, one of the twenty-eight minor clans of the High Mountain Kingdom, lay helplessly on the cold ground with a gag in his mouth.

Tiat was once an ordinary dwarf of the Bronzehammer clan, whose members were skilled in forging non-war weapons, and he dreamed of becoming a great dwarven runesmith.

Unfortunately, a joint attack launched by the Fallen Dwarves and other human races a few days ago brought utter destruction to his village.

Dozens of elderly, weak, and children dwarves were slaughtered by those depraved dwarf bandits.

Those who survived were forced to undergo some unspeakable and evil magical rituals.

Just when they were in despair, thinking they were about to die, a Mithril Clan patrol appeared like a divine intervention and saved them.

Although they couldn't understand why the Mithril Clan's patrols were in the Molten Clan's duty area, they were fortunate that troops had come to their aid, especially given the frequent occurrence of celestial convergences.

So he and the surviving members of the Copper Hammer clan thanked the rescuers and asked them to help them collect the bodies.

But their joy was short-lived, as the Mithril Clan's patrolling soldiers categorized them as bastards corrupted by the evil, decadent dwarves.

They are the victims!

Then, these saviors suddenly declared that Tiat and his people must undergo a divine judgment and investigation to confirm that they had not been corrupted by evil.

Despite their numerous excuses, they were all beaten up and arrested.

Then, amidst endless fear and despair, they were inexplicably put on a ship and arrived at Tranquil Harbor, controlled by the Mithril Clan.

They were humiliated by having strips of cloth stuffed into their mouths, forbidden to make a sound, and forced to follow the massive procession.

To this day, they still do not know where they and their people will be judged by the elders.

They were unaware that their fate had already been predetermined.

Tiat was fantasizing about how the Mithril clan elders would weep and plead their innocence, proving they hadn't been corrupted by evil, and then the local, righteous elders would release them. The dwarven patrols that had captured them would also be reprimanded.

Just as he was lost in thought, a faint blue light suddenly bloomed near him.

The light rippled outwards like waves, silent and yet instantly illuminating every bewildered and desperate face around them.

At the center of the light, a figure materialized from nothingness, and a dwarf appeared out of thin air.

Tiat stared intently at the figure, his eyes wide with cold and exhaustion.

In this prison shrouded in the shadow of death, he seemed to see the first ray of dawn piercing through the darkness.

The dwarf had long, jet-black hair and a thick beard that was also jet-black but interspersed with gray stripes. Especially on his temples and the corners of his mouth, the grayish-white marks were like the marks of time and honor, which were particularly striking.

He was draped in a heavy black cloak, beneath which lay exquisite black runic armor that shimmered with a somber luster.

He gripped a massive runic warsword tightly in his hand, the dwarven runes carved on its blade emitting a faint glow.

This outfit, this image—Tiat's heart suddenly stopped beating.

[Are those ancient runic markings from the dwarven runes, symbolizing deadly and fiery vengeance?]

[This—this is exactly what Gazul, the legendary guardian of death among the dwarves and their great ancestor, the "Grim Reaper," looks like?]

As Tiat watched the projected clones of Lin Li, Gaizul's gaze also swept over the bound dwarves around him.

Anger then appeared on his face!

Tiat saw it!

The next moment, he saw Gaizur suddenly take a deep breath and roar in a voice loud enough to shake the entire prison area.

"The Mithril Clan has been bewitched by the Outer Gods and is attempting a rebellion, summoning evil!"

"I, Gazul, have come from the Temple of the Ancestral Fathers by the command of the great Grimnir to purge all traitors corrupted by evil!"

Before he finished speaking, he waved his arm.

Large quantities of weapons and equipment looted from the armory appeared out of nowhere, crashing onto the stone floor in front of the prisoners with a clanging sound.

The rune-infused firearms, battle axes, rune-infused short swords, and bags of lead bullets and gunpowder, along with various elite rune armor and clothing stained with dwarven blood, were also thrown out.

They were piled up almost like a small mountain.

"Fellow dwarves! Open your eyes and see! A small group of the Mithril Clan is attempting to sacrifice your blood and that of your slaves to the evil god, tearing open a rift in spacetime. They are trying to merge the heavens within the Pangulle Fortress, sealed by countless lives of their ancestors, and turn it into a cataclysmic disaster!"

"For the great Grimnir! For the immortal ancestors!"

Then, Lin Li pressed the button on the remote control.

A series of booming sounds rang out!

A large number of dwarven guards deployed nearby were killed or injured by the bombs.

As chaos erupted, Lin Li roared, "Unshackle your chains and follow me to kill the enemy!"

"Slay all those corrupt lackeys of the Mithril Clan who dare to aid and abet evil! Evil heretics!!!"

With a roar, Lin Li, transformed into "Gazul," shot straight at the Mithril Clan guards who were still recovering from the effects of alcohol and confusion.

These dwarven guards are extremely undisciplined; they drink heavily while on duty, a far cry from the dwarven lords we met at Tranquil Harbor.

No, the dwarves at Pangulet Fortress are quite similar to them.

They also lacked military discipline, were obsessed with bravery, and were cruel and bloodthirsty!

Lin Li had no time to think about anything else; his short body had already unleashed an astonishing speed completely disproportionate to his size, leaving a black afterimage on the ground.

In just a few blinks of an eye, he had already crashed into the line of guards gathered in front of him.

The rune sword, burning with the flames of vengeance, drew a deadly red line through the air.

Several dwarf guards, still bewildered and trying to discern whether it was a divine miracle or a magical trick, met their deaths!

After killing the nearest dwarf guard, Lin Li took out their keys and tossed them to the dwarf captives.

"My fellow dwarves, I am the Soul of Gazul! Arm yourselves now. Protect your lives, lest you be killed by evil heretics!"

"You dwarf slaves, you'd better arm yourselves quickly!"

Lin Li shouted loudly, but the dwarf prisoners were still in a daze.

The other dwarven soldiers of the Mithril clan were utterly astonished when they saw the Lin Li clones.

That face, that attire—why did they look exactly like their ancestor Gazul, whom they had admired countless times in the temple murals?

Their minds were frozen, and some of the younger dwarves even threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground!

"You heretics who aid and abet evil! You slaughter your own people, you all deserve to die!"

Lin Li shouted as he charged forward.

His sword would not hesitate in the slightest.

In his eyes, these accomplices who escorted the sacrificial offerings were no different from the mastermind, and all deserved to die.

Blood gushed out, and one after another, the round heads of dwarves, who had not yet laid down their weapons, flew into the air with expressions of astonishment and confusion.

Those guards who had no time to react were killed by the legend itself the moment they encountered it.

Only then did the dwarf guards realize what was happening and become ruthless.

"That was the enemy's magic! How dare they impersonate the great Gaizul and kill him!"

"Those who offend Gaizur shall die!"

"He's a rune warrior! Quick, attack him together and kill him!"

The roars of the Mithril Clan dwarf soldiers echoed in waves, while the piercing amplification from the towering loudspeakers tore through the port's night sky and the chaotic sounds of battle like invisible blades.

Those were the high-powered loudspeakers that Lin Li had already set up, playing a deafening announcement on a loop at maximum volume.

"The elders of the Mithril clan have been bewitched by the evil god!"

"They are attempting to use the blood of their own kind, the blood of their slaves, to breach the fortress sealed by the noble dwarves for generations!"

"They are attempting to tear apart the seal of Pomgruppy Fortress and bring destruction to this world!"

"The Mithril Clan is betraying their ancestors and destroying the world!"

"I am Geizur, charge with me!"

"I am Gazul, and in the name of Grimnir, I have descended to the mortal realm to slay heretics!"

"Gentlemen, let us take up arms and kill the heretics!"

"For Grimnir, kill the heretics!"

Some of the young Mithril clan warriors, whose corruption had not yet deeply affected them, looked bewildered.

Lin Li thought the battle was won and was preparing to kill those who dared to resist when he suddenly saw several squads of dwarf soldiers approaching from the vicinity.

"Damn! The reinforcements arrived that fast?"

"No, it's the previous dwarven detention force!"

Lin Li cursed his bad luck inwardly and had no choice but to continue his attack!

Some members of the Mithril clans cried out that it was all the enemy's deception!

The thousands of prisoners and slaves imprisoned here were awakened from their despairing numbness by this thunderous accusation.

They looked up, their faces a mixture of disbelief, astonishment, and doubt.

Mithril Clan — Evil God — Sky Dome Convergence Space-Time Rift — Offering —

These words were like heavy hammers, striking their almost stagnant minds.

But the "Ancestral Soul Gaizur" didn't give them much time to think; his slaughter continued.

His body, enhanced by a large amount of spacetime essence, gave him strength and speed that surpassed that of ordinary dwarves.

The dwarf's heavy rune armor was very tough, directly blocking the sporadic attacks. The rune sword he had previously smuggled from the dwarven mithril clan disguised itself as the Sword of Vengeance, reaping the lives of loyal mithril clan warriors one after another.

If it weren't for the need for an alias, Lin Li would really like to transform into some weasel and go on a killing spree!

But he held back.

He is now Gaizur!

At this moment, he was like a black whirlwind of death, stirring up a bloody wave among the Mithril Clan's gathered guards, truly as if he were in an empty land.

As a squad of guards, under the commander's orders, assembled into a dense wall of muskets and shields, Lin Li coldly pulled a remote control from under his cloak!

Boom!

The next instant, a deafening explosion rang out, and the scorching shockwave and countless steel balls blasted the shield wall and the dwarf warriors behind it apart from the side.

Limbs and broken armor were scattered and flew everywhere like a rainstorm.

Amidst screams and roars.

Lin Li saw that more dwarf soldiers were gathering ahead, so he immediately took out a series of anti-tank mines.

Pull the fuse!

I throw it.

Boom! ...

Anti-tank mines that can easily overturn 60-ton tanks are simply a massacre against these dwarves who weigh less than 200 kilograms after being armored!

I'll toss it again—

Some dwarves who were spared from being blown up because they activated their armor runes panicked when they saw Lin Li pull out more anti-tank mines and throw them over!

"Don't----"

"Stop, stop—"

"No----"

Boom!

More than a dozen dwarf tin cans flew up.

The hard armor prevented their bodies from being blown to pieces, but the powerful shockwave at such close range had already shattered their internal organs!

Not far away, Tiat, who had been freed from his shackles, was staring blankly at the figure that looked like a god descending to earth.

Listening to the words coming from the loudspeaker, the previous doubts suddenly became clear, piecing together a chilling truth.

The Mithril Clan's reputation has been poor in recent years, and many doubts were resolved at this moment with the appearance of this Gazul!

No wonder, no wonder the Mithril Clan patrols would appear near their clan.

It turns out they were lying to us; their rescue of us that time wasn't a coincidence.

They've come to capture us and use us as sacrifices!

No wonder those holy judgments were so strange. Instead of leading us to the temple, they gathered us here with our mouths covered—it was to lead us to the altar to become sacrifices!

hateful!!!

The chilling fear was instantly replaced by a burning rage; Tiat felt his blood boiling.

"Get up!" he roared in a hoarse voice, shoving keys into the hands of some of his kin who didn't want to unlock their shackles themselves. "The spirits of our ancestors are helping us! We were betrayed before, not by other fallen dwarves, but by the fallen members of the Mithril Clan."

"Some members of the Mithril clan have fallen! They want to use us as sacrifices to an evil god!"

"They're going to kill us!!!"

"We cannot surrender!"

His voice, like a guiding light, gradually made things clear to some of the hesitant dwarves.

His words ignited a powder keg in the hearts of the captured dwarves around him, and their desire to survive and their rage for revenge erupted completely.

"Let us go together and kill those corrupt heretics!" roared a dwarf from the Bronzehammer clan, picking up a battle axe.

"What about those slaves?" Someone hesitated, glancing at the other races bound on the other side of the alley.

"Untie them all!" Tiat commanded without hesitation, displaying astonishing decisiveness despite being just an underage dwarf.

"This is the Mithril Clan's port! We need everyone who can pick up a weapon to fight their way out with us!"

Tiat's voice was like a spark thrown into dry tinder, instantly igniting the fear and anger that had been building up in the hearts of all the prisoners.

The instinct for survival and the flames of revenge intertwined, transforming into an unstoppable torrent.

"For Mother Goddess! For freedom!"

An elf, having just broken free of his shackles, grabbed a short sword from the ground, donned a leather armor, and charged towards the dwarven army.

Her roar was like a command, and the other freed dwarf slaves and other alien slaves rushed toward the weapons scattered on the ground, their eyes gleaming.

However, after some slaves received weapons, Zi Guang began to waver. Although he shouted loudly, he started to retreat.

However, there were too many prisoners and slaves held here, and the place had become a boiling battlefield, with chaotic roars and the sound of clashing weapons echoing through the sky.

At the heart of this chaos, the Linli-transformed Gazul remains an unstoppable whirlwind of death.

Before coming here, Lin Li had already figured out the Mithril Clan's defenses and arrangements here through bionic birds and other means. As long as he quickly killed the hundreds of guards nearby, he could complete the subsequent arrangements!

As a group of heavily armored dwarves wielding runeto shields attempted to regroup and establish a defensive line in the distance, Lin Li's figure had already stealthily slipped into their flank.

He pulled out the huge thing from the hidden compartment concealed within his cloak—

If Zhao and his men were here, they would definitely recognize this as the same Arrow anti-tank weapon they had seen before.

However, the explosive power of this anti-tank weapon is rather large.

The dwarves, who had just gathered together with their shields, suddenly saw a flash of fire rushing towards them from afar.

Then, they only saw a flash of white light!

The next second, a dull and terrifying explosion, mixed with a blazing white light, rang out among the dwarves who were holding up their shields.

The jet of hot metal easily pierced the shields of the nearby dwarves.

More than seventy dwarves were blown to pieces before they could even scream.

A deafening roar erupted, accompanied by a burst of devastating flames, and the entire area seemed to tremble violently.

The high-explosive shells exploded in the center of the dwarven shield formation, and the shockwaves and flames engulfed the dwarves and their newly formed defensive network, turning them into charred remains and rubble.

Such precise and efficient high-powered bombardment terrified the dwarf guards who were gathering nearby.

However, the dwarves, being the elite they were, gritted their teeth and gathered together even after discovering how troublesome they were.

"These dwarves are truly courageous!"

Seeing that there were still quite a few dwarves gathered together, Lin Li stopped wasting the individual weapons made of nitrogen anion salt and instead took out one large firecracker after another.

"Big Firecracker" is Lin Li's nickname. In reality, it is a specially modified defensive high-powered weapon made by the pioneering team!

It resembles an aerial bomb, and is indeed a modified aerial bomb, with a standard weight of 50 kilograms and containing 25 kilograms of high-energy explosive.

kg.

If you throw this thing into a field, the explosion can easily create a crater 6 meters deep and over 10 meters wide. The lethal radius of the blast wave is about 12 meters.

Without protection, even a glancing blow within a 70-meter radius will be fatal!

If humans were to encounter such power, they simply wouldn't be able to withstand it.

In order to disrupt the dwarfs' group, Lin Li took this thing out directly.

He pulled the fuse, then threw the object, and Lin Li quickly dodged in front of a nearby boulder!

A 50-kilogram aerial bomb traced a parabola several tens of meters across the sky before exploding with a bang!

"boom!"

As bomb after bomb was hurled into the air by the towering, monstrous force, more and more dwarves preparing to assemble were haphazardly killed by the explosions.

The Mithril Clan's guards were utterly panicked. Their prized combat skills and the ability to fire within 20 paces seemed utterly laughable and powerless in the face of this incomprehensible force.

Their commander, a battle-hardened dwarf captain, was desperately trying to regroup the troops from the rear.

However, Lin Li's eyes had already locked onto his location.

Two modified 50-kilogram aerial incendiary bombs were dropped by Lin Li with astonishing accuracy.

The bombs traced eerie arcs through the air, landing precisely around the commander.

The explosion completely engulfed the area in flames and death.

When the smoke cleared, the commander had long since been blown away, his body and head gone. The runic armor that remained, though relatively sturdy, was twisted and deformed.

The death of the last commander who attempted to stop the attack became the final straw that broke the Mithril Clan's will to defend themselves.

Under the relentless slaughter and the frenzied counterattack of the freed prisoners, their defenses completely collapsed.

After several minutes of bloody fighting, the six hundred elite Mithril clan members in the port area were either killed in despair or disarmed and captured by their angry brethren.

Lin Li stood amidst the corpses and weapons, his body stained with the blood of his enemies, his black cloak fluttering in the sea breeze.

He proclaimed to all the survivors in the majestic voice that belonged to his ancestor, Gaizur.

"Men, interrogate these prisoners and uncover all the Mithril Clan's conspiracies!"

"The army of Tranquil Harbor will arrive soon. My time to descend is limited, and my power cannot protect you forever! Do your best!"

He paused, his voice growing louder and more urgent: "You can use the weapons of the Mithril Clan heretics to gather food, organize defenses, and of course, evacuate the wounded to places where you can hold out!"

"Use every means possible to tell all the clans the truth about this place, to tell them about the Mithril Clan's betrayal!"

Lin Li raised the rune sword in his hand, and the energy light on the blade immediately illuminated his resolute face.

"If you can hold on, human reinforcements will soon cross the mountains and come to your aid!"

"Remember, beware of the fallen! Evil has corrupted their souls, making them unable to distinguish between glory and cruelty!"

"Live on! For the glory of Grimnir, for the future of the dwarves, live on!"

After he finished speaking, a lot of blue light suddenly appeared around Lin Li.

Then, his figure disappeared along with the blue light!

Lin Li's mission is not yet complete; he cannot afford to be distracted by these cannon fodder.

As for whether they can survive and cause more chaos for the dwarves, that's not something Lin Li needs to worry about.

Lin Li has already done a lot, and the seeds of doubt have been sown, and he has done a good job of it.

Whether it will succeed depends on whether the dwarves will follow the right path.