Ashen Dragon

The furious Du Masong raised his hand. This "Silent Guardian" made a simple gesture, and the entire mountain body of Black Stone Mountain obeyed his command, shaking violently.

The ground emitted a rumbling sound, and the peaks roared like ferocious beasts. Even the imperial army felt an overwhelming terror and helplessness.

The sky darkened, clouds gathered densely, and fierce winds howled, as if foreshadowing the calamity to come.

"Cassius above!"

"What exactly is that dwarf doing? How, how could he become so powerful? This is impossible!"

"Quick, look over there!"

A Half-Dragon officer raised his head in fear, his body trembling violently, his mouth half-open, issuing a hoarse screech.

"Look above us! The mountain, it's collapsing!"

"Boom——"

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking roar, Black Stone Mountain roared and raged as though cleaved apart by a great axe. Countless boulders and soil rolled down in torrents, like legions of galloping soldiers, engulfing the sky in dust.

The peak had collapsed!

Earth and rock surged like a rampaging flood, instantly burying nearly a thousand imperial soldiers within Aivendel City.

This was Du Masong's fury! This was the revenge of the "Silent Guardian!"

But it was far from over. Du Masong raised high the "Molten Rock Hammer" in his hand and swung it back and forth, causing the surrounding ground to respond to his actions with deep, guttural rumbling.

"Boom!"

The earth suddenly split open, and searing magma burst forth from below, seemingly intent on consuming everything atop Black Stone Mountain.

It turned out this was merely the onset of disaster. In the depths of his wrath, the Shield Dwarves' guardian god intended to bury tens of thousands of the empire's troops alongside the slain dwarves!

Anger surged in his silver-flame eyes, radiating a mighty oppressive force that scattered birds and beasts within a hundred-mile radius.

"Damn it! Spells aren't working either! The Magic Web and space have been locked down!"

The empire's mages cried out in panic. A vast earthen-yellow hemisphere several miles in diameter suddenly appeared in the sky, encompassing the main peak of Black Stone Mountain — as it turned out, the enraged Du Masong had sealed all magic and spatial nodes within several miles using his divine power, leaving only pure earth elements.

This was the authority of divinity. Even a mere ordinary avatar could effortlessly crush countless mortals.

Derol pointed his military saber toward the distant dwarf, disregarding the other's divine nature as he roared: "Damn it — at any cost, stop him!"

After all, this place housed tens of thousands of the empire's elite forces and over a hundred tanks. If they were all lost inside this small Aivendel City, his future would be completely ruined!

By then, Derol might not even be able to save his own neck — he would most likely face a military tribunal.

What's more, amidst such catastrophe, even he would find escape nearly impossible. He might end up dying alongside the empire's army.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Chaotic gunfire rang out. Over a hundred sniper rifles fired simultaneously from various directions, unleashing terrifying antimagic and armor-piercing high-explosive rounds aimed at the vulnerable points of the "Stone Dwarf."

Immediately thereafter, over a hundred tanks fired in unison, accompanied by hundreds of heavy artillery bursts. Countless wyverns darted through the skies, raining shells down with relentless precision upon Du Masong's towering form.

The intense explosions nearly upended the earth. The area where Du Masong stood was engulfed in flames and thick smoke, with the ground blasted into a crater dozens of meters wide by the empire's concentrated artillery fire.

But when the smoke cleared, Du Masong still stood firmly in the center, completely unharmed. Surrounding him were piles of molten metal fragments and shell casings.

"How is this possible?"

"Cassius above, he... he's entirely unscathed?"

"That was the most powerful high-explosive bomb, capable of obliterating a heavy tank! How could he withstand it barehanded?"

The empire's officers and soldiers were visibly stunned, exclaiming in disbelief — as members of the military, they knew far too well the destructive power of these weapons.

None of these imperial soldiers could have anticipated that someone might emerge unscathed after enduring such devastation!

The Great Goblin Derol's face darkened, his expression grim as if ink would drip from it. He gritted his teeth and snarled: "Don't stop! Increase firepower!

I want to see — just how much bombardment he can withstand!"

Under Derol's orders, the imperial firepower grew increasingly fierce, rendering the already ravaged terrain wholly desolate.

Yet the dwarf remained entirely unharmed. But upon witnessing the wanton destruction of the earth, Du Masong, as the "Shield of the Mountain," burned with deeper fury, determined to exact vengeance upon these damned Evil Dragon Kin.

The dwarf's gaze hardened as he raised the Molten Rock Hammer in his hand and swung it sharply downward.

In an instant, countless fiery boulders rained from the sky, striking the empire's positions with pinpoint precision.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One thunderous blast after another erupted as over a dozen steam tanks were instantly pulverized, and hundreds of heavy artillery pieces were smashed to fragments. Snipers lurking in various locations were mercilessly crushed into pulp.

Even more terrifying, these rocks melted into the ground upon impact, absorbing their wreckage like mud swallowing water. Those mangled metal remains, bloodied limbs, all dissolved as nourishment for the earth.

Derol's blood-red eyes glimmered as he clenched his teeth hard enough to crack them, snarling: "Damn dwarf, even if you're a lofty divine being, I will blow you to pieces!"