"If you can truly eliminate these damn bastards and reclaim Danmode, you will forever be a friend of mine, Sargas!"
This so-called Sargas seems to have a big na among these Dwarves, but unfortunately, Duanmu Huai doesn’t know him, so he just waved his hand and then directly strode into Danmode.
As a stronghold, Danmode itself is not very large, but as a Dwarf creation, its defenses are exceptionally tight. In fact, before Duanmu Huai charged into Danmode, the Twilight Hamr cultists responsible for defense had already noticed his presence and launched their attack.
"Bang bang bang bang!!"
Dark Iron Dwarves located above and in watchtowers held firearms, continuously firing at Duanmu Huai. However, even bomb guns can’t harm Duanmu Huai’s power armor, let alone these primitive firearms, which Duanmu Huai views as no different from squirt guns.
So Duanmu Huai speeds up directly, rushing into the attack head-on, then roared furiously!
"Roar—————!"
The ferocious roar mixed with a fearful aura burst forth instantly, and even the dwarves as a race with solid minds couldn’t confront the pressure from a deity head-on. Soon, several Dark Iron Dwarves confronting Duanmu Huai directly froze and fell to the ground. Duanmu Huai didn’t even glance at them, striding forward.
In truth, fighting with dwarves was highly disadvantageous for soone of Duanmu Huai’s height because dwarves are too short. In Duanmu Huai’s eyes, these Dark Iron Dwarves are no different from Teddies darting around between his legs, extrely annoying. Bending down to whack a mole would wear him out.
So activating the fearful aura to wipe them all out was straightforward — even though the Dark Iron Dwarves have a certain level of ntal resistance, that is only to a certain extent. Want to survive the pressure of a true god? That depends on whether Duanmu Huai will give them a chance.
Just like now.
"Waa—————!!"
A Dark Iron Dwarf Priest scread shrilly, caught in Duanmu Huai’s hand, desperately struggling like a mouse in a cat’s paw as Duanmu Huai coldly stared at him, saying nothing.
It wasn’t until seeing these fellows firsthand that Duanmu Huai understood why they were called Dark Iron Dwarves, hmm, because their skin is dark, at least much darker than the dwarves outside.
But Duanmu Huai wasn’t concerned about this; he cared about the so-called Old Gods worshipped by these cultists.
As a Judge, whenever he hears about cultists, his first reaction is a Chaos Evil God. Then, is this so-called Twilight Hamr also worshiping a Chaos Evil God?
No worries, a quick look will tell.
Gazing at the Twilight Hamr priest clutched in his hand, Duanmu Huai sneered, and shadow tendrils swiftly extended, drilling directly into the ear of the Dark Iron Dwarf priest before him. In the next mont, endless divine power erupted from within, rushing forward through the Dark Iron Dwarf priest’s spiritual domain.
"Aaaaaaaah!!!!"
Duanmu Huai’s spiritual pollution was certainly not sothing a re Dark Iron Dwarf could resist; his thoughts were basically unshielded against Duanmu Huai’s strength, even ntal resistance shattered like paper in the face of it. Soon, Duanmu Huai navigated through the Dark Iron Dwarf priest’s spiritual domain, detecting a chilling, bizarre twisted aura......
It’s you!
Duanmu Huai’s mind turned; in the next mont, shadow tendrils rapidly rushed toward the eerie aura, and the latter seed to have sensed Duanmu Huai’s presence at this mont. Facing the swiftly approaching tendrils, the aura instantly transford into dispersed mist, quickly spreading and retreating, but Duanmu Huai was clearly unwilling to let it slip away so easily; he continued to penetrate deeper, attempting to track the source of that power relentlessly......
"Pop."
However, at this mont, the Dark Iron Dwarf priest in Duanmu Huai’s grasp could no longer withstand the erosion of Duanmu Huai’s Ancient God’s power, exploding like a balloon, severing Duanmu Huai’s connection to that aura.
"Tch, useless."
Duanmu Huai snorted coldly, discarding the remains from his hand, then sinking into contemplation.
He initially thought that the cultists of this world believed in a Chaos Evil God or its subordinates. Yet just now, upon contact...... hmm, this aura felt very familiar.
But it doesn’t originate from a Chaos Evil God.
Rather, it cos from the Ancient Dominator.
It seems...... this world has its troubles, after all.
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