Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The city hall, part of the welcoming plaza, the two shopping streets, all vanished, along with the warriors and their enemies who once fought there.

Just minutes ago, Viserker Firehammer was still reeling from the despair of being devoured by the Fireburs—how laughable. The true apocalypse was actually caused by our own actions. That terrible dragonfather, with a single breath, inflicted irreparable casualties.

"Dwarves, what are they to dragons..." The dwarf king, having recovered from the blow of his superior position, felt the sorrow of being a nobody. The disparity in power had instantly shattered his faith in the red dragon. Now, the only thing this pitiful king wanted to do was mourn for those dwarves who had become one with molten iron.

"What are you doing? Now is a great opportunity to press your advantage." The red dragon priest's voice came from behind. Strangely enough, this soft steel earth no longer concealed anyone's whereabouts.

“Is fighting... meaningful? Uncle, are we just their playthings…”

Veserl's dejected tone displeased the red dragon priest. He snorted coldly, grabbed the dwarf king by the back of the neck, and forced him to stand up. "The soldiers are still waiting for your leadership. They should never show cowardice, our king."

“But my people have been destroyed by our gods! Like ants being crushed!” The pain of separation gave the nephew the strength to refute, and the red dragon priest punched his crying face at such a junior.

"Fooled by appearances, you idiot!" With the red dragon priest's roar, a new change occurred in the muddy ground. Glowing figures emerged from the molten iron, panting heavily, bubbling and dripping crimson as they crawled out of the lava. Even the unconscious were carried out by several fire elementals working together. Viserg stared in disbelief, realizing he had once again been presumptuous.

"Where do you think the flame of life of the red dragon Immelt comes from? Above her head is her father, the father of order separated from the mother of chaos. There is no love without a source; the dragon father's power is the strict rules of reward and punishment. These are ironclad laws that even he himself is bound by. His power will not harm those who submit to him, nor will it let his enemies who disobey him go unpunished."

"This...is this the reward...?"

Molten iron spilled from its surface, revealing a deep brown, rock-like skin. Its limbs and features appeared sculpted, and its eyes, once either honest or cunning, now gleamed red. The dwarven warriors, followers of the red dragon, and towering golems, having shed their cooled iron plates, knelt before Veserlgor, now three times their original size.

"Assembly complete, no casualties, Your Majesty." Captain Paul frowned, pondering how to kneel so that the Dwarf King's height would surpass his own; lying prone would be too humiliating.

"Captain Paul, you're still alive?" The dark dwarf king embraced the warrior with delight.

"The Garden Baron threw my remains into the flames, and the Dragon Father's power restored me."

"That's great, that's great."

"Your Majesty, it's not time to celebrate yet. Our enemies aren't all dead yet." The Molten Golem looked towards the other side of the lava pool, where General Malsim and his swarm of insects were watching with suspicion.

"What is that? The dwarves' secret weapon? The Iron Golem?" General Malsim flapped his wings, issuing the attack order with absolute authority. He dared not look up at the sky, nor would he allow the swarm to fear the presence in the heavens. Fortunately, the swarm prioritized the execution of the order.

The battle between the dwarves and the insect swarm erupted once more. The golem army bore the brunt of the attack; lacking proper weapons, they resorted to fists, essentially carrying their own warhammers given their current size. Some cunning golems even slipped to the edge of the lava pools, grabbing lumps of molten iron and smearing their faces with mud. The destructive power was astonishing. The insect swarm launched a counterattack, but unfortunately, the golems' size and strength overwhelmed the firebursers. Good heavens, the dwarven race finally couldn't trigger their giant-slayer ability.

"Ah..." General Marsim roared as a despicable golem poured molten iron into its abdomen. While he was wrestling with another dwarf, General Marsim gritted his teeth, and his roar momentarily drowned out the golem's howl.

"They're just a bit bigger and heavier! The swarm will devour you sooner or later."

The gates of the underground city opened, and from the darkness came the endless flapping of wings as reinforcements of the Firediggers surged forth. The lieutenant flew at the forefront, leading the last three thousand adult insects.

The glimmer of hope that had been rising among the dwarves was almost extinguished.

"My lord! There are too many enemies! The number of golems is far from enough!" The dwarf servant hinted almost bluntly that Veserl should do something. The dwarf king wanted to, but as a mortal, he couldn't control his dragon father, could he?

"Uncle! Why don't you think the great Dragon Father is helping us anymore?"

Strangely enough, the Dragon Father was hanging right above them. Seeing the massive, dark army of insects, he should have at least offered assistance, but instead, he didn't even breathe fire or shout a word.

The red dragon priest snorted in response.

"Don't question the father of Wanlong, examine yourself."

Freheimer remained silent, giving the dwarf king a knowing look.

Viserker realized he understood. His earlier treacherous remarks must have displeased the Dragonfather. Treating dragons as supreme gods was absolutely unacceptable. He needed to demonstrate the dwarves' reverence for the dragons, to put it bluntly, and say as many kind words as possible.

Although Veserlgor had previously questioned the dragons and should now kneel down and apologize, that would be too demoralizing. He was, after all, the King of the Dwarves! An enlightened monarch. Ultimately, Veserlgor couldn't bring himself to do it. Even though he had reverted to the red dragon's faith and broken his promise for a few minutes, his sense of shame made it difficult for him to immediately regain his composure. But that didn't matter; there were many blind red dragon devotees among the dwarves. He needed a warrior of love and justice, and Veserlgor relayed the order.

On the other side of the world barrier, Yemotar, the Father of Dragons, watched silently. He had indeed kept quiet. Realizing his power was insufficient to harm the dwarves, why should he help these reptiles who coveted his daughter? Let them wear down the fire beetles. If they couldn't win, he could just unleash a dragon's breath to create a mobile fountain for them. Dwarves, well, a little hardship would benefit the race.

Now trapped in the Land of Fire, unable to use any power other than fire, the old father's victory is simply not being able to wipe out Little Mel's Familia, regardless of whether it's a complete victory or a Pyrrhic one. Therefore, the dragon leisurely watched from the sidelines, chatting with several elemental lords who had hinted at his help.

Hey, I'm not helping.

The dwarves found the warrior, and after a brief discussion on the battlefield, the thin warrior was launched by the golem. Facing a swarm of flying insects alone, his bravery and nonchalance impressed the Father of Dragons. His unwavering courage earned him a degree of favor.

Oh, I forgot to introduce him. This warrior is named Anxi Ranzong, the president of the Immelt My Wife Association, and a key target of the Immelt Life Overseer. He is flying in the air, shouting with unparalleled momentum, a serious expression, and an astonishing speed.

"Father-in-law! Please accept my bow! Although I haven't received your consent, I know Immelt will definitely be my wife. Taking advantage of this life-or-death moment, I want to say a few words from my heart to you. After this battle, I will go back to my hometown with little Immelt to get married. I plan to hold one wedding in MacKenzie and another in her hometown. After the wedding, we will settle in the Melting Pot, but I will come back to see you from time to time. By the way, I want to have twenty children. Although Immelt will definitely be shy, I know she definitely wants to have children with me. I want to name one of them after you, Father-in-law, so that even if you pass away one day, you will live on in our lives in some form..."

He was still rambling on, but it didn't matter anymore.

The apocalypse overhead was reignited. The Father of Dragons' facial muscles twitched, and Mr. Dragon now resembled a crazed fire elemental, his entire body engulfed in flames.

"Go to hell!!!! Bedbug!!!"

The sun, no, a much larger sun, devoured Anxi Burning Mane and the insects around him.

The dwarf, who was prepared, hid behind the golem. In the bright light, Veseerg Firehammer revealed a satisfied smile.

"Dragon Father, he truly loves the dwarves. He didn't hesitate to bestow his power upon such a reckless fool." In the Dwarf King's heart, Dragon Father was already synonymous with a compassionate elder.

Amidst the sunken corpses of the fire diggers, the molten golem emerged untainted by the mud. He raised his arms and shouted, his emotions running high.

"My father-in-law has agreed!"

"Agreed, damn it!" Another sun bombarded the molten golem, making its body even more solidified in the light and heat.

The dwarves watching wept bitterly, deeply moved.

“My kind father-in-law is too gentle; he’s afraid this kid might die.”

The Dwarf King, full of vigor, swaggered about amidst the horrified gaze of General Marsim.

"Come, Red Dragon's Chosen! We will march on in song, praising the great Dragon Father of the Heavens with the bones of our enemies!"

The battle—no, the massacre—began.

The dwarf charged into the swarm of insects, shouting, "Father-in-law, I love you!" Wherever he went, everything turned to dust and lava surged. The red dragon son-in-law rampaged like an invincible war god.

"Father-in-law, I love you! Mother-in-law, I love you! Immelt, I love you! Father-in-law, I love your whole family!!!"

"Die!!! Die!!! All of you, die!!! You bugs!!!"

"I'm so heartbroken, he really loves us, his family, so much!!!"

The swarm crumbled amidst the fury descending from the sky. They were not defeated by the dwarves, but by the gods, by the bond between the gods and the dwarves (laughs).

General Marsim floated in the air like a small insect that had survived a cataclysmic event, silently watching everything before him, his heart filled with resentment and humiliation.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before them—it was Visserker Firehammer, the dwarf king who had been thrown into the air. He carried an iron hammer, his body covered in dust, except for his eyes, which shone brightly.

"In the name of the Firehammer, I hereby designate the Red Dragon Immel as the Queen Mother of the Dwarf Kingdom, and inscribe the dragon lineage into the dwarf clan genealogy!!!"

"#＋$&@_&#&_……"

The father's voice was no longer audible in the explosion, but he must have been very moved.

The Dwarf King, carrying the doomsday judgment that had descended from the heavens, looked down upon General Marsim from his high vantage point.

“You’re absolutely right, self-reliance is indeed important, General Marsim…”

Scalding flames poured down on his head.

The King of Golems uttered a mocking sound and hurled the Fire Digger from the sky.

"But being favored by God is really great."

……

The Dwarf Calendar Year of Change, Onyx Month.

The dwarven race, having withstood the attack of the insect swarm, received the aid of the great dragonfather Yemothal, and we annihilated the insect swarm.

Mackenbert was destroyed, most of the city sank into the Great Furnace, and the Dwarf King Viserg Firehammer began to order the reconstruction of Mackenbert. The new city will be larger than the old one, since our race can now swim in lava.

Although it may seem somewhat humiliating to later generations, dwarf historians have named this earth-shattering battle "The Battle of Kuafu" in a nationwide vote with unanimous approval.

Praise be to my father-in-law!

……

After the battle, the golem army reverted to dwarves.

"How did you all turn back?"

"You don't even understand this? Thermal expansion and contraction!"

Chapter 809 Falka

"The allies have failed..." The murmur was so faint as to be almost imperceptible that a gust of wind stirred, and the swaying grass rustled, as if a thousand mouths were repeating the echo.

It failed...

It failed...

The sun hid behind the clouds, and the dew hidden in the leaves took the opportunity to roll off and drip into the soil before evaporating.

The soil responded to the water droplets, and beneath the earth, a hazy shadow slid rapidly. All the plants echoed its words.

"But we won't..."

Won't……

Won't……

The terrified figure came into view, and the hunter, who had been lying in wait in the grass, pounced.

"The Weaver's enemies, die."

Go to hell...

Go to hell...

The forest sang, like an ignorant child repeating incomprehensible malice; the fibers began to gather, and the spirit ceased its breath amidst the converging emerald green. When the fallen leaves were blown by the wind, revealing the pale bodies hidden beneath, the hazy, ethereal mist drew near. It touched the lifeless spirit as if caressing it, like a successful hunter claiming its prey.

"There's no trace of that woman... This time, we can kill even more..."

More……

More……

"Knock on the door of dreams, and let time fall into the past that should have ended..."

past……

past……

“Falja…”

The forest is whispering that name.

……