Chapter 830 829 Alas, if there is no gold in the world, everyone can become
Chapter 830 Alas, if there is no gold in the world, everyone can become a hero (Part 2)
The God of Wealth has been born.
Regardless of what changes this incident will bring to the world, this incident alone means that the situation in the Brass Fortress is about to enter the next stage.
Bannock's agreement with Dusk has been completed, and now it's time for Dusk's forces, who are temporarily ranked number one on the list of villains, to take the stage.
In the jeweled wealth tunnel, the subspace gap that had maintained a relatively calm attitude just now became violent in an instant, and another force completely different from the one used by Bannock controlled it on the opposite side.
Supreme Lord Hadran, who was covering his head and screaming, saw a huge burning figure rushing out of the world as the world was spinning.
This time it’s not just a dozen or dozens of children. The world-destroying flames are churning, turning figures into red streams of light and flashing into the material world. In just a few seconds, there are hundreds of world-burning demon soldiers.
Rushed into the Brass Fortress.
The onslaught of warp creatures is only the first wave of the Form Breakers.
To make matters worse, the ratmen who had retreated from the tunnel under the attack of the dwarves also came back.
In those empty tunnels, the unique noise of the Skaven army's advance announced that the most destructive force under Dusk's command was rushing towards this area.
Their departure and return represents a terrifying reality. Jackals and kobolds will not be absent for too long. Perhaps soon, the Brass Fortress will once again fall into a devastating invasion.
No!
It's now in a state of affairs that would be extremely bad in any event.
The dwarf warriors throughout the fortress are having fun, and all important positions are guarded by iron-hearted warriors. Regardless of whether these believers of the God of Wealth will continue to perform their duties of protecting the fortress, it is just the raids and attacks by the World-Burning Demonic Soldiers.
The departure and return of the Skaven will put the entire fortress into an irresistible desperate situation.
Hadran knew he had to do something, but seeing Bannock in front of him limping and trying to open a teleportation spell to leave, the Supreme Lord gritted his teeth and got up again, dragging himself with the terrible headache.
Warhammer will execute this traitor.
"You'd better stay there quietly."
Bannock also noticed Hadland's actions. This guy who had been half-killed by the angry Supreme Lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a cold tone:
"The closer you are to the subspace rift, the more serious the impact you will receive. You have lost the protection of Gaia, and your soul is no longer armed. Unlike me, a subspace traveler who walks the lonely road, if you do not intend to lose your own
Just run away.
There is no shame in retreating in the face of an invincible enemy."
In response to these words of advice, a warhammer whirled towards me. It flickered on the earth and hit Bannock with great force, but the dirty energy originating from the subspace protected the dwarf.
The purple stream of light gathered into a carapace-like defense that ate the flying hammer. The destructive power caused by the bombardment of the holy object also shattered the subspace energy protecting the body. Before Bannock could cast another spell, he rushed towards him.
Hadran tore through the purple arc like charging a blood-horned bull.
The Supreme Lord did not use weapons, and just punched him on the chin. This bloody punch used all his strength to hammer Bannock up and hit the ground like a heavy cannon.
The crazy Brass Lord rushed up and sat on Bannock, raised his fists and kept smashing them down, tearing apart his armor like a wild beast and breaking the latter's sternum with blood splattering, "Dwarf Version Eight"
The "childish" move hit Bannock in pain, screaming and bursting with power. With the intensification of subspace energy, a purple bomb exploded, destroying half of the tunnel and simultaneously restraining Hadran and lifting him into the air.
"I wanted to spare your life. My lord, our people are still waiting for your leadership."
Bannock, embarrassed and in pain, screamed:
"You think I have done evil, but that is just a change imposed by fate through my hands! I don't understand why you hate me so much. This is obviously not a bad thing! No matter for you or for our people!
This invasion will only become a power show for the God of Wealth. Our people will make good use of this new power to defeat the enemy, making this fortress a wealth myth on the continent, and you and your kingdom will truly reach the top.
As long as you embrace this change with an open heart, you will not lose anything!
But you are so stubborn that I have lost interest. Since you want to return to Gaia's arms so much, then I will give you a ride.
Can you go to Gaia’s Kingdom of God to meet her directly?
The premise is that you can survive the subspace storm. Haha, maybe you will have a place among the subspace warriors who will enter the kingdom of Gaia in the future, my majesty.
Believe me.
I'm going to enjoy the irony."
The subspace traveler raised his hand, allowing the filthy energy that bound Hadran to continuously seep into the body of the golden lord, tearing apart his reason and will and throwing him towards the subspace that was constantly cracking and expanding.
in the gap.
No matter how strong you are in the material world, once you are thrown into the subspace, you will not be able to control your life or death.
Hadran had closed his eyes now.
The closer he got to the fissure, the harder his mind was torn apart and chewed. The pain of his soul being torn apart had surpassed the physical pain, and the guilt in his heart was like a scourge, trying to swallow him completely into despair.
Maybe it would be better to die like this
Hadran's remaining sanity was wailing on the spiritual battlefield like the realm of storms.
As one of the first three dwarf leaders who signed a contract with the Mother Goddess Gaia, he allowed his people to fall into a fanatical pursuit of external things, and gained the prosperity of the tribe at the expense of souls, ideas and traditions.
But all gifts eventually have a price. After enjoying wealth for hundreds of years, the Brass Dwarves must also accept their future and ending as eternal wealth chasers.
Bannock doesn't think this is a bad thing.
Wealth can buy everything, including victory and prosperity, but his thinking has been poisoned as early as when he first faced the shadow of subspace. The ideas of a madman cannot become a benchmark for normal people to think about problems.
As a leader, Hadland sees further.
The pursuit of wealth may really bring the Brass Dwarf back to his peak, but the release of desire associated with it has no end.
One day, when simple gains can no longer satisfy the thirst of the Brass Dwarves, what terrible and twisted things will they do in order to seek that little bit of spiritual comfort?
If they can create a neutral god, will they create something even more terrifying in the future?
At present, the answer to this question is doomed to be pessimistic.
Maybe it would be better to die like this!
Allowing myself to die as a brass dwarf instead of some more terrifying and abominable identity would at least allow me to retain the last trace of dignity after losing my faith.
However, fate will not be so kind to him who made a big mistake.
"Buzz"
Just when Hadran was about to hit the cracked subspace rift, a ray of light flashed past. In the harsh roar brought by the scarlet streamer, the surrounding subspace energy was shattered with one blow, and then the disheveled
Lord Hadran was taken back to a safer place.
Lord Paying, who was riding behind Aurora, held the Holy Spear in his hand. The shattered subspace power still surrounded him, but it was quickly dispersed by the buzz of the Holy Spear. In his other hand, he held a full
Hadland's face was covered in blood, and in front of him, the space teleportation released by Bannock was easily shattered by Old Edward with a weird pale bone whip.
As Grand Duke Wolfbane flicked his wrist expressionlessly, the hideous-looking bone whip was returned to his hand, and turned into a pale wild blade as the layers of bones were folded together like a spine.
Although it looks weird, the fact that it can defeat the convergence of subspace energy so easily proves that this thing is nothing special.
In fact, just as the Blood Vulture Clan possesses necessary evil, and the Holy Spear is forever in the hands of the Millennium Lord, as the former brother of Lord Pa Ying and the noble Duke of the Blood Clan, Old Edward also has a sacred weapon of wolfsbane.
The sting of fear.
The blade whip made from the bones of unknown creatures has two combat forms: sword type and blade whip. It is perfectly adapted to the power of the wolf bat of the Wolfsbane clan, and it can also add fear seeds to every attack.
The most important thing is that, like other vampire relics, this thing is highly resistant to the power of subspace.
Old Edward rarely used this thing.
Probably because any battle in which the Terror Thorn appears will eventually turn into a boring outcome where the enemy collapses due to fear, making Edward unable to enjoy the battle.
"vampire!"
Bannock was shocked when he saw Lord Paying and the feared holy spear. He screamed:
"Bitches who deserve to be swallowed up by the Warp and turned into stardust in the most humble of forms! How dare you step into this sacred place of change?"
"?"
Old Edward glanced at Lord Pa Ying in surprise.
Listening to the other party's tone, why does it seem like you are the villain?
The vampire Millennium Lord placed Lord Hadran on the ground. He had seen this kind of thing too many times and said expressionlessly:
"This poor guy has gone crazy. He was frightened out of his mind when he saw the alien scenery for the first time. The shadow of the warp took advantage of his fear and ravaged his mind, and created a sad story full of loopholes.
Become the truth of his soul.
At this time, he really believed that he was doing salvation in the name of "change". He was just a crazy fearful person, and there was no need to waste words with him.
Get rid of it!"
"Um."
Lord Wolfsbane nodded and moved his neck.
The moment Bannock cast the spell, he teleported to him using pure physical skills.
Not even using the Sting of Fear, he used the pop-up wolf bat claws to chop and shave Bannock's head, cutting off a small piece of scalp at the same time, and the two astral wolf lords he called had already rushed into the side.
In the tunnel, the ratmen who passed through the tunnel were massacred.
The aura activated by the Holy Spear's Eternal Silence enveloped him, allowing him to deal with the World-Burning Demonic Soldiers who were still rushing out of the rift in a short time.
This is why Lord Paying must bring old Edward here. This guy's frontal combat effectiveness is the strongest in the vampire kingdom, even stronger than the Lord himself.
Lord Paying did not join the battle.
He glanced at the subspace rift that was constantly opening, and then at Lord Hadran who was holding his head and muttering to himself.
The dwarf, who had fallen into despair, was too close to the rift, and was poisoned by Bannock with the power of a certain warp shadow. Coupled with the weight of resentment and guilt in his heart, the supreme lord's thinking was no longer normal.
To put it simply, half crazy.
However, the Lord does not have Murphy's magical ability to wake people up with a slap. The Holy Spear of Eternal Silence can suppress the power of subspace, but it does not have much purifying power.
Therefore, the Lord could only use words as much as possible to try to awaken Lord Hadran. He said:
"Whether you are willing to accept it or not, the power of the God of Wealth is indeed protecting the Brass Fortress. When we came here just now, we saw your people fighting tenaciously against the World-Burning Demonic Soldiers. Those iron-hearted warriors did not abandon their duties. Their
God gave them orders, and they still charged on the front line.
It makes no sense whether the God of Wealth is good or evil. The current problem lies in this subspace rift.
If you can't close it, this fortress will soon be polluted into a subspace node in the real world. Please understand, but I just learned that there is another rift deep in the Dark Mountain waiting for me to deal with, so I really don't want to see it.
to the worst outcome.
Lord Hadran, you must make up your mind.
We can destroy this rift here, but the energy collision it triggers is likely to collapse the Brass Fortress, or even worse."
"Just do it!"
Lord Hadran, who was covering his head, shouted:
"I don't want the damn God of Wealth to bless me. I just want to express my repentance to the Mother Goddess that I did something wrong. I am the traitor who dragged the Brass Dwarf into a desperate situation! I deserve death.
, I don’t resist this fate.
Get out of here!
You two, get out of here!
This is the territory of the Brass Dwarves, and it is up to me to end this abomination with my own hands."
"Um?"
Lord Paying asked in surprise:
"What are you going to do? You don't have a sacred object in your hand that can stop the expansion of subspace, do you?"
"I have it! Hahaha, I have it! That god has given me everything I need when he was born. Now I just need to light the fire."
The disheveled Hadran bent down and held a piece of primitive burning gold ore in his hand.
He stared at the treasure that had captivated the eyes of all the brass dwarves for hundreds of years.
It represents supreme wealth and powerful power. It was once hailed as the best gift given by the Mother Earth to the dwarves. In order to maintain the mystery of burning gold, the brass dwarves will even send killers to deal with all those who want to uncover the mystery of burning gold.
Golden secret man.
But now, if you still use this statement, you are deceiving yourself and others.
Just now, Hadran witnessed with his own eyes the entire process of the birth of Burning Gold. This is one of the manifestations of the power of subspace in the material world. Its existence itself does not represent the so-called justice or order.
He raised his head and looked at Lord Paying.
The ferocious face that was corroded by the power of subspace was filled with some kind of stubbornness and determination. He roared:
"I know how to detonate these raw ores. That was the last secret that Bach wrote to me before he died. The power generated when these burning golds explode will destroy everything around them, including the subspace that has not been fully opened.
cracks, and the energy explosion produced by them detonating the raw ore in the fortress will collapse the foundation of the Brass Fortress, and the entire mountain will be torn apart.
But you know what?
We deserve this!
I deserve this!
Get out of here, Paying, and tell every ruler on the continent the story of the Brass Dwarf's fall and sad ending. Tell them that this is the fate of abandoning your soul for wealth.
Well, maybe I'm crazy, but my mind is recalling some scenes that I don't remember at all. Paying, we knew each other more than a thousand years ago, right? Ah, should I call you 'Paying'?
MP'?"
"No need to use the honorific now, Chief Hadland Mines."
Lord Paying said softly:
"I'm sorry that I hid this. Let me ask you one last time, do you really don't need me to deal with the rift personally? You know, as long as you nod, your fortress and your kingdom can be preserved."
"I'm sure."
Lord Hadran panted and leaned against the huge burning gold mine that was taller than him. He whispered:
"This fortress was built under the will of the Mother Goddess Gaia to resist the Black Disaster. We occupy this place and treat it as our own kingdom because the Mother Goddess allows us to do so.
The brass dwarves have never been much nobler than other races on the continent, and if this fortress and we cannot fulfill the responsibilities and missions for which we were born, then it should not continue to exist. Ahem, ah, those memories are coming up.
Let me tell you a secret, Paying.
Do you know how we dwarves survived the disaster in Eden District?"
"I'm curious."
Even in critical moments, Lord Paying still maintained his grace. He half-knelt in front of Lord Hadran, who was determined to die, and whispered:
"Tell me, how did you escape from the desperate situation?"
"It's Gaia."
Hadran gave a bad smile.
He put something in his hand into the Lord's hand and said:
"Gaia, who had not yet become a god at the time, was the Mother Goddess who extended a helping hand to us, because during the three hundred years of exploration in the Eden area, our dwarf prospectors would search for the land of the star realm every time they entered the star realm.
The Spirit brings gifts to the physical world.
Ha, Gaia once regarded us as friends, so she, who had not yet become a god at the time, was willing to risk being contaminated to save us.
What an honor
but I
I was blinded by worldly money and chose to betray this friendship.
She never owed us anything, and we broke her heart so hard.
Leave, Paying.
Tell the others that Hadran Earthhammer is dead!
Just say that he died in the war against the Jackals and Skaven. If my people can escape from this disaster, please help them."
"Yeah, I promise."
Lord Paying nodded.
He took one last look at this bejeweled place of wealth, and took Edward, who had torn off Bannock's legs, without any regrets, and left here in the flash of aurora. The mad dwarf Ban, who had been seriously injured by Edward, was
Nok lay on the ground wailing.
He seemed to be coming back to his senses, but that might just be an illusion.
The mind that has been twisted into a ball can't be untangled even by the best tailor in the world. Obviously, the subspace shadow has achieved its goal with the help of his hands, and this so-called "messenger of change" will not be able to untie it.
It couldn't be more important.
He was abandoned.
Like all miserable mortals who came into contact with the power of the Warp deserved it.
Hadran, who was vomiting blood, piled large pieces of burning gold ore on the spot and took out a weird tuning fork-shaped device. He glanced at Benno who was crawling hard and screaming and wanted to leave here.
gram.
He scoffed.
In the final moments, the High Lord leaned against the burning gold ore.
He activated the peculiar tuning fork in his hand, causing it to emit an energy impact of a specific frequency. Under this impact, the surrounding gold-burning ore became unstable, and dangerous energy was gathering, symbolizing that an explosion that would wipe out everything was about to happen.
burst out.
"Ah, if there was no burning gold in the world, every dwarf would be a hero."
He said so.
At the last moment, he raised Gaia's war hammer in his hand, closed his eyes and lay down on the jeweled ground behind him, letting himself be wrapped, torn and eroded by the unstable gold-burning raw ores.
pain?
certainly.
But compared to the despair of sudden repentance, all this pain is just right.
With this bloody cry, he wrote the end of a stupid king.
A few seconds later, a beating arc light lit up in the underground tunnel, and the entire Hungry Plains and even the Gorgon Pass felt the vibration.
But Hadran did not die.
To be precise, at the moment when his body was torn into powder by the huge explosion of burning gold, his half-mad will was guided by some kind of force to a wonderful place.
"I said, I will make it up to you."
A pleasant woman's voice rang in Hadran's ears, and he said:
"This is a promise made by the God of Wealth and Transaction and I promised a noble person never to break it. So, Mr. Hadland, time is running out, make your request now."
