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Chapter 280 The sun is rising, show your loyalty! These believers seem to be missing a screw! (Please subscribe)

"For the great Gazul! For the glory of the Mithril Clan!"

A hoarse roar echoed through the tunnel as an elderly female dwarf with gray hair, clutching a bundle of high-purity TNT explosives with the fuse pulled, leaped from the upper level of the seven-meter-high mine tunnel.

She was like a falling rock, with a clear goal in mind.

Below, a corrupted dwarf heavy warrior belonging to Pangule Fortress had just cleaved an elderly sacrifice, who had exhausted his Three-Eyed Fireballs, in two as he charged at him.

The heavily armored tank, over two meters tall, was splattered with the blood of his own kind, but he didn't care at all, even letting out a hearty and shrill laugh—

Just as he was preparing to look for his next target, he heard the voice from above.

He instinctively looked up, only to see a black shadow hurtling down at great speed.

"court death!"

The corrupted dwarven heavy warrior let out a disdainful roar, and swung his massive battle axe upwards with a vengeance.

puff!

Without hesitation, the axe blade sliced ​​the shadowy figure in mid-air in two from the shoulder down.

The sensation of the axe cutting through the aging bones and soft flesh excited him.

However, just as he was about to retract his battle axe and mock this foolish, moth-to-a-flame act, he froze.

The face of the body that had been cut in two actually grinned at him with a strange smile.

The elderly female dwarf's toothless mouth was wide open, and she was laughing radiantly.

"?"

Only one huge question flashed through the corrupted dwarf warrior's mind.

next moment.

boom-!!!

The TNT explosives box detonated less than half a meter from his face!

The terrifying flames and shockwaves instantly engulfed his heavily armored body.

The shield, which had already consumed a lot of energy in the previous battle, shattered in an instant, not even lasting a millisecond.

The high-strength alloy armor was blasted into cracks and twists, and the soldiers inside, who had already been turned into mincemeat, were slammed against the tunnel walls.

Judging from its appearance, even if you were to pry it out, it probably wouldn't be intact.

The muffled roar of the explosion pierced through the layers of rock walls and reached the No. 3 munitions depot more than 200 meters away.

This is the last defensive stronghold of the sacrificial resistance forces.

More than two thousand surviving dwarves and a very small number of slaves from other races, mostly half-grown children and the elderly and weak who were almost unable to fight.

They huddled together with the other freed slave groups, clutching a variety of weapons, from standard battle axes and three-eyed firearms to various spears that had been hastily sharpened.

Fear and unease were written all over everyone's face.

"Replenish ammunition! Replenish ammunition quickly!"

"Use magic! Don't let the muskets self-destruct!"

"Load, load the magic gunpowder quickly!"

These old and weak men loaded large quantities of gunpowder from Arsenal No. 3 into weapons and then distributed them to the dwarf warriors.

Their most elite sacrificial survivor force, a suicide squad composed of experienced veterans and the strongest slaves, had been wiped out in a two-hour bloody battle.

Now, even eight-year-old children are being forced to take up arms and join the brutal fight against the corrupt enemy.

But how could these children, who hadn't even grown their beards yet and couldn't even distinguish between the destructive power of fire and the power of a battle axe, possibly be a match for those battle-hardened warriors of their own kind who had been corrupted by fel energy?

Three groups of children, now aged 10 years old, have been slaughtered by corrupted dwarven warriors.

The outer defenses have now been peeled away layer by layer.

Judging from the sound of that explosion, the enemy is about to break in.

"Grandpa Norsen, they—they're getting closer and closer. Can we hold them off?" A boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, but whose steps were noticeably crippled, asked the old dwarf beside him in a trembling voice.

This young dwarf was not drafted into the ranks of warriors because he was the son of the village chief, skilled in craftsmanship, and physically disabled.

The old dwarf, known as Norsen, was covered in blood, his left arm empty except for a hastily bandaged wound from which blood was still seeping.

He was panting heavily, his face as pale as paper, but he still used his only remaining right hand to pat the boy's shoulder forcefully.

"Kid, scared?"

The boy shook his head violently.

"That settles it then." Northon grinned, revealing yellowed teeth. "As long as one dwarf remains standing, this place hasn't been breached. By the way, where's your Grandpa Ironhammer?"

The boy's eyes dimmed: "Grandpa Iron Hammer—he was seriously injured by a magic bomb while covering us, and he hasn't woken up yet."

Norsen's smile froze.

Iron Hammer was his old friend, a highly respected figure who had served alongside him for many years.

I didn't expect my old friend to be going too!

"Don't be sad, this isn't manly—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Boom! ...

A deafening roar, far more muffled and terrifying than any previous explosion, suddenly came from overhead!

The entire armory shook violently, and large amounts of dust and gravel fell, hitting people's helmets and shoulders.

Norsen abruptly raised his head, his pupils suddenly contracting.

In the distance, beyond the armory, high above the thick rock formations, a jagged crack, like a black lightning bolt, spread rapidly across the landscape!

Crack! Crack!

The jagged crack overhead seemed to writhe on the rock strata like a living thing, growing thicker and longer every second.

Gravel and dust fell like rain, hitting the dwarves' desperate faces.

Amid the explosion, the excited roars of the corrupted attackers could be faintly heard from above.

"Damn it, the enemy has breached the top again! If they keep bombing like this, the area above the armory will be breached, and this place will become our graveyard!"

"Gentlemen, our defenses are about to be breached. Rather than be buried alive, we'd rather die on the charge!"

"Latty!"

Norsen roared as he grabbed several explosive packages wrapped in tarpaulin from the corner of the wall.

This is not something left behind by the great ancestor Gazul, but rather something from the dwarven armory number three, originally used for quarrying and breaking rocks.

But today I will hold them in my hands and perish together with my damned corrupt brethren!

"Grandpa Norsen, you can't go!" the boy Lati cried, clinging tightly to Norsen's leg.

Norsen looked down at the bright and clever child, a rare tenderness flashing in his bloodshot eyes, but it was instantly covered by steely resolve.

He didn't speak, but used his one arm to strap heavy explosive charges one by one to his scarred breastplate.

The movements were slow, but incredibly determined.

"Grandpa Norsen—" Lati's sobs were filled with pleading.

"Rise." Northon's voice was hoarse, like two stones rubbing together. "You are a noble reserve warrior of your Mithril clan! I am also a warrior of the Mithril clan, not scum corrupted by evil energy. We will cleanse the Mithril clan of its shame."

After he finished speaking, several old dwarfs with white hair and beards silently stepped forward from behind him.

An old dwarf downed the last bottle of ale he had treasured, then shoved the empty bottle into the arms of his grandson, who was still an infant in his granddaughter's arms. He grinned, grabbed his weapon, and turned to follow Norsen.

The other old dwarf roughly pushed away his daughter, who was holding him and crying, wiped away her tears with his calloused hands, and then resolutely picked up a single-barreled firearm with an axe.

They are fathers, grandfathers, and elderly dwarfs who look forward to their children growing up.

But at this moment, they are simply great guardians protecting their people from calamity.

This suicide squad, composed of a dozen or so old, weak, and disabled soldiers, strode heavily toward the armory door, which could be breached at any moment.

Each of them knew that if they could buy a few more minutes for the children behind them, perhaps the promise of the busy ancestor Gaizur could be fulfilled!

"Haha, we're almost through! Drop the magic bombs!"

"Idiot, another bombing and it'll collapse. Let's just launch a full-scale attack."

Fragmented sounds came from above.

Boom!

Another explosion followed, and a boulder the size of a millstone crashed down, striking several women and children crowded in front of the armory door. "Ah—!"

Amidst the piercing screams, everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

However, the expected carnage did not occur.

A pure, azure light appeared without warning!

Then, something flew out and hit the falling boulder precisely.

bump!

The boulder that could crush a dozen dwarves into mincemeat was kicked far away right before everyone's eyes!

Amidst the dust, a tall and imposing figure emerged, appearing to the dwarves.

The entire armory was deathly silent.

Norsen's cloudy eyes, which had been filled with despair as he faced death, were now fixed intently on the direction from which the light was shining.

A tall figure slowly emerged from the dusty place.

He was clad in ancient runic armor, and his face was identical to the statue of the ancestor Gazul that they had seen before.

Norsen and the others immediately knelt on one knee in excitement: "Great Ancestor Gaizur!"

Then, a majestic yet warm voice rang out: "My children! Arise."

"Children! I have razed the divine machines in Warehouse No. 2 of Pangulet Fortress."

"At this very moment, your human allies, the reinforcements that came to your rescue, are also attacking the fortress and will soon join you."

Every dwarf in despair was instantly thrilled upon hearing Gazul's voice.

His words dispelled the gloom and despair in the hearts of all the dwarves.

"Hold on, kids, I'll take care of those guys for you! And—when you're defending, don't accidentally hurt our human allies."

After he finished speaking, his gaze shifted, and seeing that the ammunition he had left behind had been consumed or destroyed, he put down some more weapons and ammunition.

These powerful contraptions can sustain them for a period of time.

Then, Lin Li handed out some potions he had taken out earlier to everyone: "These are healing potions! They might be of some help to those who are injured!"

After putting the things down, Lin Li looked up at the top of his head where a large hole had been blasted out.

"Heh heh, these dwarves know how to find attack points. They actually created an attack channel by using a top-burst explosion."

Lin Li mentally made a quick, impulsive comment.

The corrupted dwarves above are almost within reach, and human reinforcements will arrive in a few minutes.

During this time, he was the only shield for these survivors!

Those guys need to be wiped out.

boom-!

Lin Li's body suddenly sank!

The next second, he shot into the sky like a cannonball!

Without using any tools, he simply stepped left and right on the towering wall, each step producing a dull thud. His body darted left and right, drawing an astonishing line in the air, and with a few leaps, he jumped up to the opening more than twenty meters high.

Lin Li flipped over and landed steadily on the upper level of the passage that had just been blasted open.

The moment they landed, the pungent smell of gunpowder hit them.

Flames flickered, smoke billowed, and the passage was crowded with dwarven warriors, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Having confirmed that the passage had collapsed, they were preparing to launch a final assault on the survivors below.

When the figure of Gazul, transformed from Lin Li, appeared, all the corrupted dwarves paused in their movements.

That face, that armor, perfectly overlapped with the image of their ancestors etched deep in their bloodline memories, causing them to instinctively feel astonishment and trembling.

But it was only for a moment.

Because Lin Li pressed an inconspicuous horn on his waist!

"I am Gezur! I punish those who rebel against the evil faith!"

"My fellow countrymen, kill the blasphemers, kill the heretics, and I will lead you back to Valhalla; otherwise, you will surely fall into hell."

A loud and authoritative voice, played repeatedly through loudspeakers, echoed through the narrow passage, even drowning out the cries of the injured nearby and the aftershocks of the explosion in the distance.

To the dwarves, the elderly, the weak, women and children below, this voice was nothing short of a divine oracle.

"It's our ancestors! Our ancestors are fighting for us!"

"Wash away the shame! Slaughter all heretics!"

The morale below surged once again!

But to the corrupt dwarves above, this was the most vicious blasphemy!

After a brief moment of shock came a volcanic eruption of rage!

"A fake!"

The leader of a one-eyed dwarf fighting force roared, his crimson pupils fixed on Lin Li: "He has blasphemed the name of our ancestors! Kill him! With his head, we will complete our final sacrifice to the new gods!"

"kill!"

Bloodshed is imminent!

Faced with the surging enemy, a strange smile appeared on the face of Gezur, who was actually Lin Li.

He slowly raised his hand.

The corrupted dwarves in the distance instinctively became wary, thinking he was about to unleash some world-destroying divine magic.

Then----

Under their bewildered gaze, a dark, strangely structured metallic object appeared out of thin air and slammed heavily in front of Lin Li.

"This is... spatial magic?... Oh no, it's the powerful magic cannon from before!"

The corrupt dwarves felt a chill run down their spines.

A few hours earlier, these large-caliber rapid-fire magic cannons had inflicted heavy casualties on them. Even though the dwarves attacked from multiple directions, releasing various kinds of poisonous bombs and incendiary bombs, and painstakingly removing the nails bit by bit, it was only after more than two hundred people had been killed that they were able to destroy all of the enemy's heavy firepower.

They thought the enemy no longer had any highly destructive rapid-fire cannons, but unexpectedly, this guy, who might be Gaizul, waved his hand and a huge magical rapid-fire cannon appeared.

Judging by its diameter, which is as thick as a bowl, its power must be immense!

"Raise your shields!!!"

"Attack! Attack now!"

"The weapons are behind you, you idiot!"

"Idiot, retreat, retreat!"

"Get back! Don't you dare poke my waist!!!"

These were the last thoughts that flashed through the minds of these corrupted dwarves.

Lin Li quickly straddled the prepared single-soldier gun platform, gripped the control levers with both hands, aimed at the surging torrent of dwarves, and pulled the trigger.

A series of muffled, heart-stopping sounds of air being torn apart!

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

40mm caseless bullets were launched continuously at speeds too fast for the naked eye to detect.

The runic armor that the dwarves were so proud of, capable of withstanding the impact of 7.62mm full-power rounds at medium to long range, was as fragile as paper against this weapon designed purely for destruction.

The powerful kinetic energy easily pierced through the front-line dwarf warrior. The shell exploded inside his body, instantly tearing his flesh and bones into a cloud of blood mist, which was evenly sprayed onto the surrounding walls and his companions.

One shot sends you soaring to the heavens, two shots explode.

Dozens of corrupted dwarves, before they could even scream, were blasted into a series of exploding pieces of flesh and blood in a hail of bullets, a scene as bloody as hell on earth.

Further around the corner, a heavily armored dwarf warrior, over two meters tall and protected by runes, roared angrily. With heavy steps, a red magical energy shield activated, and he then stomped on the ground, attempting to charge forward and launch a powerful attack despite the artillery fire.

In previous battles, as long as the heavily armored canned food got close, the enemy would be slaughtered as easily as cutting melons and vegetables!

They were fast, swift as the wind, but in Lin Li's eyes, with his super dynamic perspective, they were nothing more than a slightly slower-moving live target.

He curled his lips slightly and adjusted the muzzle of the cannon.

Boom!

The first shell hit its mark precisely, and the red magical shield that had been shining on the Heavy Canned Cart's body fluctuated violently, instantly dimming to the point of being invisible.

Boom!

The second shell followed immediately, shattering the shield and tearing a gaping hole in the thick runic armor, from which flesh and blood splattered. The immense kinetic energy sent the two-meter-tall dwarf staggering backward.

Boom!

The third shell precisely penetrated the breach!

With a muffled bang, the entire upper body of this arrogant dwarf heavy armor can exploded, and shattered armor plates mixed with internal organs and blood splattered in all directions.

In just over ten seconds, hundreds of shells were unleashed.

There were no more enemies standing in the passage.

The entire passageway seemed to be covered with a thick layer of blood-red mosaic.

Lin Lisong released the trigger, and the ear-piercing roar came to an abrupt end.

Seeing that there were still a few relatively intact dwarf bodies, he fired two more shots, shattering them to the point where they could not be revived by magic. Only then did Lin Li stand up from the gun platform.

He reloaded the machine gun with new ammunition and then put it back into his personal storage space.

Then, he walked forward with ease and comfort in this desolate, bloody slaughterhouse!

Before leaving, he said, "Children below, the corruptors who were trying to attack from above have been dealt with. I'm going to deal with the other troubles."

Below, the elderly and weak dwarves and some other races' sacrifices, who were hiding in Armory No. 3, slowly poked their heads out after hearing these words.

The pungent smell of blood and gunpowder mixed together, filling the nasal cavity and causing some of the young dwarves to gag on the spot.

Although they were underground and couldn't see more of the scenery more than 20 meters away, they could still glimpse the whole picture through a small opening. They saw that the passage above was unrecognizable. The walls and the floor were covered with a layer of viscous, dark red substance, with bits of flesh and metal armor embedded in it—a truly horrifying sight!

"it's over----?"

A young dwarf's voice trembled; he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"We survived! We survived! The attackers were destroyed!"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, suppressed sobs and cheers of relief mingled together, echoing through the cramped warehouse.

"Great Gazul! Truly worthy of being the ancestor who commands war and forging!" An old dwarf exclaimed, his beard trembling with excitement.

A dwarf standing nearby, who looked as if he'd only recently been weaned, asked with a mixture of admiration and confusion, "Great-Grandpa, wasn't our ancestor Gaizul a god who guided the souls of the dead to Valhalla? Why has he become a war god?"

"Ahem!" The old dwarf blushed, stiffening his neck as he forced an explanation, "How could you possibly fathom the power of our ancestors? Sending enemies to hell, then guiding us to the ancestral temple to enjoy inexhaustible wine and food—that's what you call being both comprehensive and professional! You must always remember, our dwarven ancestors and gods are the most powerful in the world!"

"The dwarf gods are the foremost and most powerful, therefore the dwarves are powerful, therefore we are the most powerful!"

Everyone nodded in agreement and said words to boost morale.

Norsen didn't participate in the discussion. He uncorked the bottle of healing potion that Lin Li had left behind and drank it down without hesitation.

A warm current surged from my throat into my stomach, then transformed into surging life energy, washing over my limbs and bones.

The excruciating pain at the fracture site quickly subsided, replaced by a tingling, comfortable sensation, and the depleted magic was replenished.

He clenched his fist, feeling the long-lost power within him, and his eyes became incredibly determined.

"Our ancestors have gone to deal with other troubles," Norsen said in a deep voice, interrupting everyone's joy. "We can't just wait around! Everyone, use the resources here to immediately set up a defensive line! Prepare to repel any possible enemy attacks, and also welcome the reinforcements sent by our ancestors!"

"yes!"

The dwarves' enthusiasm was reignited, and they all sprang into action.

Meanwhile, inside the tunnel on the other side.

"Sizzle—Crack!"

Two streamlined mechanical wolves moved with small, shuffling steps, their multi-functional electronic eyes scanning every corner.

Behind them, an even taller humanoid robot, its armor-piercing machine gun also aimed at any approaching enemy.

The "three-three system" unmanned combat squads are like a group of highly efficient hunters, simultaneously analyzing and processing the stored information maps and the terrain maps they detect, ruthlessly clearing out the last strongholds of the corrupted dwarves.

These tunnels were a nightmare for soldiers made of flesh and blood, because most of the places where dwarves were hidden were very narrow, only 1.3 meters high, and were also winding and maze-like, with a lot of attack windows.

But for robots, it's simply a matter of calculating various pathways and providing the enemy with a complex path for counterattack.

As the last corrupted dwarf hiding in the ventilation duct near Armory No. 3 attempted to detonate an incendiary gas bomb, he was dazed by the exploding mechanical wolves and then riddled with bullets by the robots that followed him through the smoke. The signal that the battle was over was transmitted back to the rear command post.

[Report: The corrupted dwarves near Armory No. 3 have been completely eliminated.]

"Dispatch an exploration team to investigate Armory No. 3!"

"yes!"

Soon, a new batch of unmanned combat units fully loaded with ammunition were deployed, ready to advance to the next phase of the operation and to communicate with the dwarven sacrifices they were tasked with rescuing.

As the robot and mechanical wolf approached, a dwarf's voice, like a broken gong, rang out through a human megaphone, accompanied by a loud electrical hum.

"Hey! You over there! You are—you are scum—bah—are you saviors sent by our ancestor Gaizul?!"

"Don't attack us! We are allies! We would never attack your kind allies from behind!"

The mechanical wolves and robots, who were preparing to launch an attack, stopped in their tracks because of these words.

Upon hearing the sound from the microphone, the technician in charge of the operation at the rear command post immediately reported the news.

The elderly and weak dwarves hiding behind the cover also cautiously poked their heads out, pointing and gesturing at the motionless steel structures.

"They've stopped moving, so they probably won't attack us anymore, right?"

"Ha, thank you, ancestors! Humanity's allies have indeed arrived!"

"That mechanical wolf looks really powerful. It doesn't have any runic energy flowing around its body, yet it's more agile than our Grumon."

"Shut up! Don't say another word!" a knowledgeable old dwarf hissed. "Those are called magical mechanical puppets! See? They must be human servants who served our ancestors."

"Ah, didn't our ancestors say that humans were our allies who came to save us?"

"Hmph, according to dwarven custom, those who learn our ancestors' great technology become servants and subordinates! Our ancestors were truly generous, even handing over our precious puppetry technology to them!"

"Shall we invite our ancestors to teach us these cutting-edge technologies another day?"

"Yes! I think this is a good idea."

A few minutes later, Zhao arrived at the scene with a team of fully armed soldiers.

The dwarf tunnels were so low that even soldiers who weren't particularly tall had to bend over in many places, and in many other places, they even had to crawl.

If it weren't for the fact that unmanned equipment cleared away most of the threats, this stretch of road alone would have been enough to inflict heavy losses on any elite force.

When Zhao saw the dwarves peeking out from behind their bunkers, commenting on the mechanical wolves, his lips twitched involuntarily.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound friendly.

"Hello, we are humans, your allies! We've come specifically to rescue you!"

Upon hearing this name, the previously cautious dwarves instantly erupted in cheers, their wariness and unease vanishing in an instant.

"As expected, they were sent by our ancestors!"

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Long live our ancestors!

"Thank you, ancestors!"

Cheers rose and fell, sounding rather sharp in the air.

The old dwarf who had previously berated his companions and had an inscrutable expression was now stroking his large beard with a smug look on his face, head held high, as if everything was going according to plan.

But inwardly he thought, "The ancestor is indeed the ancestor; these human servants are quite formidable. Their magical mechanical puppets are incredibly skillful—I wonder how many they lost! To breach our fortress, they must have suffered considerable casualties. I wonder what benefits the ancestor promised them!"

Zhao and his soldiers stood still, watching the dwarves begin to express their gratitude to Gaizul, completely ignoring the rescue team that had risked their lives to rush in.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Zhao's fingers unconsciously rubbed against the trigger guard of the heavy rifle, again and again.

Xiao Zhou, who was standing next to him, had tense muscles in his arm holding the gun, and his breathing became heavier.

A young soldier in the team instinctively wanted to spit on the ground, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly remembered that he was still wearing a fully enclosed helmet. He had to swallow the saliva back down, his expression extremely awkward.

"Reporting to command, we have located our target group, approximately 2000 people. These individuals are quite agitated!"

"We reported to command that these dwarves were thanking their ancestors, but we've given so much; won't they be grateful for our life-saving grace?"

"Don't overthink it. Whatever they're thinking, as long as they acknowledge our involvement in saving them, that's enough!"

The will of individuals and the weak never affects the attitude and determination of the strong.

The Earth think tank behind the pioneering team had long ago predicted the possible reactions of the people from the other world who believed in gods.

"Damn, this is incredibly ungrateful! We expended so much effort and resources, and in the end they don't even thank us, they're all thanking our ancestors!"

The channel was filled with complaints, brimming with the suppressed anger of the young soldiers.

This feeling is terrible. It's like you work hard every day, showing concern and running around, and then you finish a whole semester's worth of graduation thesis or presentations for your goddess, only to have her turn around and smile at that blond guy she'd only known for a day who brought her a cup of milk tea, praising him for being so considerate.

Feeling stifled, extremely stifled.

Especially when the goddess shamelessly tells you, "I want to thank Huang Mao. Yesterday, he and the breeze were very gentle. He made me realize what love is."

When this feeling arises, it feels even more frustrating.

But soldiers are soldiers after all, and discipline is ingrained in their bones.

They knew very well that arguing with these eccentric dwarves about who their savior was on the dangerous battlefield would only add more uncertainty to the entire rescue operation.

Zhao took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and spoke again, his voice steady and powerful: "Fellow dwarves, elves, lizardmen, and human friends! This is not a place to linger. Please follow us; we have already opened a safe retreat route!"

Hearing that they could leave this awful place, the dwarves finally turned their attention back to the present.

At the old dwarf's urging, they began to help the old and children, following the soldiers out of the tunnel.

In the group, besides the dwarves, there were also a few other powerful soldiers of other races. Although they also had happy expressions, their eyes were clearly filled with gratitude and awe when they looked at the human soldiers.

A handsome human man walked up to Xiao Zhou and suddenly knelt down.

"Thank God for the warriors sent to save us!" He was speaking in a dwarven language, which they could just happen to hear.

Xiao Zhou, who instinctively tried to retreat, froze.

Just then, Zhao walked over and grabbed him, saying, "Human, we are not warriors sent by the gods!"

""

"God's messenger, please do not be modest; your radiance is like the sun! Thank you for saving us from hell!"

Zhao Chong gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "Everyone, let's go out first. It's still dangerous here!"

The elves bowed slightly to the humans, and Zhao murmured thanks to the Mother Goddess.

The lizardman in the distance handed Zhao a scale, saying, "Thank you for representing the gods to save us from our suffering. You have earned our friendship!"

This scene was witnessed by the Fang command post.

Bi Shengli rubbed his temples in pain.

He knew that contacting these devoutly religious peoples would likely be fraught with difficulties.

However—the world of slaves, gods, knights, and clans is truly becoming more and more interesting!

"The faiths of all the races in this world seem very steadfast!" a warrior whispered.

Bi Shengli took a sip of water and said directly, "It's not surprising. Other worlds have extraordinary individual strength, and they also have super energy attacks that can occasionally cause natural disasters. Basic scientific knowledge is also being acquired, and knowledge cannot be widely disseminated. Naturally, those with limited experience revere the strong as gods!"

"Record everything here, then send it to the business owner!"

"OK!"

Near Armory No. 3 —

The warriors responsible for rescuing the offerings looked at the elderly dwarf who was causing the procession to stagger, and the dwarf children who were timidly hiding behind the adults, their eyes filled with terror. The slight annoyance they felt dissipated considerably in the face of this heavy reality.

Forget it, why bother arguing with a bunch of brainwashed, ignorant fanatics?

Saving lives requires childbirth.

As Zhao led the way, he whispered orders over the tactical channel: "Xiao Zhou, have the machinery scan the retreat route again to ensure everything is foolproof. Notify the operators that the enemy has arrived and is ready to take over."

"clear!"

Just then, the old dwarf who was leading the group came up and said to Zhao with a matter-of-fact expression, "Hey, human!"

"Your magical mechanical puppets are quite impressive. Was it a technique taught to you by your ancestors? Your ancestors were truly great! They taught you such advanced technology!"

Zhao paused, and the soldiers beside him also stopped in unison.

The old dwarf, oblivious to the impropriety, continued nonchalantly, "How many puppets do you have left? Could you send a few to help us move some of the dangerous goods from the armory? If we leave, the contents of the armory will become ammunition for those corrupted beings, putting you in grave danger!"

Zhao slowly turned his head, his eyes beneath his tactical helmet calmly fixed on the dwarf.

He smiled and said, "Gentlemen, that's not something you non-professional soldiers should worry about! You're here with us now, and we'll guarantee your safety!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"So cool!"

"Even well-intentioned reminders are targeted; humans really are no good!"

"?"

Some of the dwarves, who were hostile to humans, spoke in hushed tones.

The offerings from other groups remained silent at this moment.

In short, under this mindset, thousands of dwarf prisoners, who had been sacrificed, stumbled out of the oppressive tunnel.

Outside the cave entrance, the sunlight was particularly glaring today.

Many people were so overjoyed upon seeing the Sunshine Industry that they burst into tears!

But some people who were able to control their strong emotions and were grateful to have survived witnessed a shocking scene!

What came into their view was a forest of iron, a ceaseless torrent of metal.

Countless mechanical wolves, their bodies gleaming with a cold metallic luster, stood silently on both sides, forming a corridor leading to the outside world.

They are agile and sleek, exuding a metallic luster and a pure aura of slaughter.

More combat robots, as tall as dwarves and armed with various weapons, are silently advancing into the deep underground tunnels in orderly formations, one after another.

Small, unmanned wheeled transport vehicles were carrying mountains of ammunition boxes.

Following their profession, the mechanical wolves, with their supply backpacks secured, disappeared methodically into the dark entrance.

There, a war they could not even imagine was still raging!

The old dwarf Norsen's eyes twitched violently, and even the gray-haired Lingzi seemed to begin to tremble.

He had assumed that at most a few dozen of those powerful "magical and iron golems" could rescue the thousands of elderly and weak people inside the fortress, and that the humans would pay a heavy price for breaking into the heavily guarded fortress.

But along the way, all he saw were mountains of mechanical wreckage and countless corrupted dwarf corpses.

What about the human corpses?

There wasn't a single one.

The cruel traces of war are everywhere, but the casualties of the victors are nowhere to be seen.

The last vestiges of arrogance stemming from his race that Norsen held in his heart had been shattered by what he had seen and heard.

He had assumed these were merely servants summoned by the great ancestor Gazul, allies sent to assist the dwarves.

Looking back now—our ancestors were truly amazing!

"The strength of our ancestors is unfathomable!" Norsen could only mutter to himself, trying to save face for his ridiculous thoughts.

Just then, a blinding golden light exploded out of thin air, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Gezur, transformed from Linli, descended once more, radiating brilliant light.

Originally, the forest descended, all bathed in blue light.

But this time, they need to use the guise of a dwarf god to help the dwarves establish a cooperative relationship with humans, so they naturally need to be careful!

"My children."

The sacred and majestic voice rang out once more.

All the dwarves, including Northrend, instinctively lowered their heads, displaying a respectful demeanor!

"Humans are my allies, the most precious friends I have invited for you. Respect them, trust them, and let them help you; they can help you eradicate the cancer within your race."

A bold dwarf couldn't help but raise his head and cry out in a tearful voice, "Great Gaizul, will you no longer lead us?"

"I am merely a magical avatar, unable to remain in this world for long. My purpose this time is to cooperate with humanity to cleanse those corrupt, greedy, and depraved scum."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden light suddenly disappeared, and Gaizur's figure vanished as if he had never been there.

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

A few seconds later, Norsen abruptly pulled his hand back.

The slight frown and scrutiny on his face had vanished without a trace, replaced by an almost fawning enthusiasm.

He rushed to Zhao in a few steps, grabbed his arm, and grabbed him with such force that Zhao frowned.

"Friends! Friends!" Norsen's hoarse voice trembled with excitement. "Just now—hey, it was all a misunderstanding! A small, harmless misunderstanding! We're friends! Haha—"

Zhao looked at him expressionlessly.

In the helmet's internal channel, Xiao Zhou couldn't help but burst out laughing.

[Captain, this guy's mood changes faster than flipping through a book.]

"Remember the rules." Zhao replied casually, but the almost imperceptible curve of his lips betrayed his true feelings.

Completely oblivious to these details, Norsen patted his chest and spitting as he assured them, "Friends, our friendship is as clear as the sun and moon! We will forge an unbreakable alliance under the divine decree of our ancestors!"

He lowered his voice and whispered mysteriously in Zhao's ear, "Since you are allies recognized by our ancestors, we can no longer keep our Mithril Clan's biggest secret from you! There are some dangerous behemoths inside Pangule Fortress—"