Chapter 130: Annihilation
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Chapter 130: Annihilation
Standing at the foot of the Lonely Mountain—the sole main entrance to Kazad-dûm—Phoebus gazed at the two towering dwarven statues flanking the cave entrance, each wielding a hammer and shield. He chuckled, "If these statues were replaced with divine patterns, I think it would be far more fitting!"
Aphnora let out a light laugh at his words, her bright eyes instinctively turning toward Yu Sheng'an.
Yu Sheng'an tilted his head to study the statues, narrowing his eyes. "No. Replacing the shields with sickles would be more appropriate."
"Sickles?" Phoebus was taken aback.
Before he could ponder the deeper meaning behind those words, a squad of fully armored dwarven warriors emerged from the cave entrance.
"His Majesty, Dwarven King Kaut, requests the presence of the three of you!"
A dwarven mage stepped forward from the group, gesturing with an inviting hand.
Yu Sheng'an nodded and, under the watchful eyes of the dwarven warriors, stepped into the cave.
The cave was pitch-black, its winding, narrow passages twisting and branching in all directions. Through the Divine Perspective, Yu Sheng'an could clearly see countless dwarven warriors lurking in the darkness, along with their most formidable allies—giant worms.
Yu Sheng'an curled his lip slightly and advanced in silence.
Soon, Yu Sheng'an and his companions emerged from the passage into a vast underground world.
Stretching before them were countless stone bridges interwoven like a web. Beneath the bridges, scattered flames flickered like stars turned upside down upon the earth.
As they observed their surroundings, the trio crossed the bridges and entered a rugged stone hall.
The hall appeared to have been hollowed directly from the mountain itself, its vaulted ceiling carved with Titan reliefs. The massive support pillars and walls were adorned with intricate depictions of dwarven smithing scenes.
Dwarven King Kaut sat proudly upon his throne, while the chieftains of the major dwarven tribes occupied seats within the hall.
"Long have I heard of your name, Internet God!"
Though King Kaut spoke of reverence, his posture remained arrogantly upright, exuding an air of condescension.
"Insolence! Is this the attitude of the dwarves?" Phoebus barked angrily.
"Indeed. Do you have any corrections to offer?" King Kaut sneered, his expression full of disdain.
"You—" Phoebus was left speechless, his aged face flushing crimson.
The dwarves in the hall burst into laughter, their voices dripping with mockery.
Yu Sheng'an raised his right hand slightly, signaling Phoebus to remain calm.
He swept his gaze across the dwarves in the hall. "King Kaut, you still haven’t answered my question. How do you rate the technical sophistication of my production line?"
King Kaut replied without a hint of shame, "What are you talking about? I don’t understand."
Yu Sheng'an narrowed his eyes, his voice turning icy. "Are you certain you wish to play the fool?"
In an instant, a chilling aura swept through the hall.
King Kaut stared at the composed Internet God and, for some reason, felt an inexplicable shiver of fear creep into his heart.
Soon, however, he grew furious at his own moment of weakness.
Suppressing his anger, he said, "Fine, I admit it. This matter was my mistake. How about this—ten tons of gold and ten thousand demon-slaying blades to settle the matter?"
Then, as if pained by his own offer, he added, "At the prices you charge in Keville, that’s enough to buy ten production lines!"
Yu Sheng'an smiled. "If you could buy ten, why didn’t you just purchase them from me directly? Why resort to stealing?"
The moment the word "stealing" left his lips, King Kaut’s face flushed red with fury.
He roared furiously, "Internet God, don’t push your luck! Do you think my dwarven race fears you?"
Yu Sheng'an's eyes flickered with dangerous light.
He took a slight breath and said, "Look, you stole from me, yet I didn’t bring an army to your doorstep. That should tell you I came with a peaceful stance. So, who’s really pushing their luck here? Think carefully."
Before the dwarves could respond, Yu Sheng'an continued,
"I won’t waste words. I’ll give you two choices: First, submit to me, and I’ll grant you access to industrial technology. Second—annihilation."
The moment those last four words left his lips, the dwarven palace fell deathly silent.
The next instant, Dwarven King Kaut burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Annihilation? Hahaha… The Internet God actually dares to threaten us with annihilation? Hahaha…"
The dwarves in the hall followed suit, mocking him with jeering laughter.
After a long while, the Dwarven King’s smile faded, replaced by scorn. "You really think your production lines are so impressive? Fine, I admit the ones you invented are slightly better. But once taken apart, they’re nothing special—just more complicated gears!"
"That might stump stupid humans, but it won’t stump the great dwarves!"
"It won’t be long before we crack the secrets of your production lines—no, we’ll surpass them! And once we combine them with our unique enchantment techniques, your Dragon Factory will be nothing but a joke!"
Yu Sheng'an nodded calmly. "So, you’re speaking for the dwarven race and choosing the second option?"
"The second option? Who the hell do you think you are? One of the Five Great Righteous Gods? Even they had to retreat in defeat before us!"
Before Dwarven King Kaut could respond, the dwarves in the hall leaped to their feet, hurling vicious taunts.
"Hah! I still have a Life Priest’s skull mounted on my wall—want me to fetch it for you?"
"Hey, just between us, my chamber pot is made from a beastmen shaman’s skull."
"Annihilation? Oh, I’m so scared! Hahaha…"
The dwarves laughed wildly, their confidence at its peak after surviving invasions by the Five Great Righteous Gods and the Beast God.
At this moment, not only were the dwarves brimming with arrogance, even Aphnora and Phoebus couldn’t help but glance at Yu Sheng'an with concern.
Sure, it felt good to throw down the gauntlet—but what came next?
Were they really going to attack Kazad-dûm?
The problem was, Kazad-dûm wasn’t like other domains.
This place was a nightmare.
First, as a medium-sized domain, gods couldn’t directly intervene.
Even divine projections would be suppressed by the world’s rules, reducing their power to less than that of a mage.
Second, its entirely hollowed-out underground world severely limited the effectiveness of most armies.
Whether it was the infamous Undead Legion, the Undying Legion, or even the God of War’s Legion—none could operate at full strength here. Even the Earth Mother Goddess would only be slightly stronger than an ordinary earth-affinity God of Magic.
Finally, dwarves were too stubborn to be tamed. If this war dragged on, it would be nothing but a futile effort.
"You gods are nothing but pitiful worms enslaved by your Godhood! How dare you call yourselves deities? Compared to our master, the Titan, you're just oversized insects! You dare threaten us? Do you really think resisting the Five Great Righteous Gods means you defeated them... Damn it! Retreat!"
Dwarven King Kaut's mocking words had barely left his lips.
A scorching wave of unbearable heat suddenly descended upon the dwarven palace!
—Yu Sheng'an had struck.
The annihilation strike that had once wiped out vast armies of three gods on the Keville frontlines was unleashed once more upon the world.
In the blink of an eye, the dwarven palace was reduced to a molten sea of magma!
"Ah—!"
"No—!"
Screams erupted from the seats of the dwarven chieftains lining the hall.
Countless magic artifacts on their bodies activated in desperation—only to shatter moments later!
"Crack! Pop! Bang!"
The sounds of breaking artifacts filled the hall like a cacophony of firecrackers.
Some chieftains, caught completely off guard by Yu Sheng'an's sudden assault, didn't even have time to scream—their bodies instantly cooked, filling the air with the thick scent of cooked flesh.
Others, more cautious and laden with protective artifacts, barely withstood the first wave—only to be swallowed by the raging magma and the relentless follow-up strikes.
"Internet God, I swear eternal enmity with you!"
Dwarven King Kaut roared as a massive giant worm burst from behind him, swallowing him whole before crashing into the rocky walls and vanishing in an instant.
At the same time, more thick-skinned giant worms broke through the magma, devouring the surviving chieftains before fleeing in frenzy.
Amid the surging magma, countless portals flickered to life within the hall.
Demonic figures stepped forth from the glowing arrays.
"Slaughter every living thing!"
Yu Sheng'an's gaze was ice-cold as he issued the slaughter order.
"Kekeke…"
"As you command, Great One!"
The demons cackled wildly, surging out of the stone hall and into the lantern-lit underground caverns.
In moments, the sounds of battle and agonized screams echoed through the caverns, reverberating endlessly.
It all happened so fast—by the time the demons began their massacre, Aphnora and Phoebus were still frozen in shock.
"Ajef, what are you—?" Aphnora's face was a mask of disbelief.
She was stunned by Yu Sheng'an's reaction.
This was far too extreme!
This strike might have been satisfying, but it had also cemented an unbreakable enmity.
Worse, given the dwarves' forging prowess, now that they had obtained the production lines, they could very well replicate them.
Who was to say they wouldn't surpass the Dragon Factory in the future?
"If they choose annihilation, then I shall oblige them," Yu Sheng'an replied coldly.
"But even the Five Great Righteous Gods—even the Beast God—failed to conquer Kazad-dûm. We—"
Aphnora's voice wavered with uncertainty.
The current victory might seem glorious, but against a dwarven population numbering in the hundreds of millions, what did this strike truly accomplish?
It would only drive the dwarves to absolute hatred—straight into the arms of their potential enemies!
"Do you look down on me?"
Yu Sheng'an suddenly turned to Aphnora, all traces of his usual carefree demeanor gone—replaced by a madness that ran bone-deep.
"I'm beating the shit out of the very hard nut even the Five Great Righteous Gods couldn't crack! Fuck, acting tough in front of me? Just watch me slaughter them all!"
Standing at the foot of the Lonely Mountain—the sole main entrance to Kazad-dûm—Phoebus gazed at the two towering dwarven statues flanking the cave entrance, each wielding a hammer and shield. He chuckled, "If these statues were replaced with divine patterns, I think it would be far more fitting!"
Aphnora let out a light laugh at his words, her bright eyes instinctively turning toward Yu Sheng'an.
Yu Sheng'an tilted his head to study the statues, narrowing his eyes. "No. Replacing the shields with sickles would be more appropriate."
"Sickles?" Phoebus was taken aback.
Before he could ponder the deeper meaning behind those words, a squad of fully armored dwarven warriors emerged from the cave entrance.
"His Majesty, Dwarven King Kaut, requests the presence of the three of you!"
A dwarven mage stepped forward from the group, gesturing with an inviting hand.
Yu Sheng'an nodded and, under the watchful eyes of the dwarven warriors, stepped into the cave.
The cave was pitch-black, its winding, narrow passages twisting and branching in all directions. Through the Divine Perspective, Yu Sheng'an could clearly see countless dwarven warriors lurking in the darkness, along with their most formidable allies—giant worms.
Yu Sheng'an curled his lip slightly and advanced in silence.
Soon, Yu Sheng'an and his companions emerged from the passage into a vast underground world.
Stretching before them were countless stone bridges interwoven like a web. Beneath the bridges, scattered flames flickered like stars turned upside down upon the earth.
As they observed their surroundings, the trio crossed the bridges and entered a rugged stone hall.
The hall appeared to have been hollowed directly from the mountain itself, its vaulted ceiling carved with Titan reliefs. The massive support pillars and walls were adorned with intricate depictions of dwarven smithing scenes.
Dwarven King Kaut sat proudly upon his throne, while the chieftains of the major dwarven tribes occupied seats within the hall.
"Long have I heard of your name, Internet God!"
Though King Kaut spoke of reverence, his posture remained arrogantly upright, exuding an air of condescension.
"Insolence! Is this the attitude of the dwarves?" Phoebus barked angrily.
"Indeed. Do you have any corrections to offer?" King Kaut sneered, his expression full of disdain.
"You—" Phoebus was left speechless, his aged face flushing crimson.
The dwarves in the hall burst into laughter, their voices dripping with mockery.
Yu Sheng'an raised his right hand slightly, signaling Phoebus to remain calm.
He swept his gaze across the dwarves in the hall. "King Kaut, you still haven’t answered my question. How do you rate the technical sophistication of my production line?"
King Kaut replied without a hint of shame, "What are you talking about? I don’t understand."
Yu Sheng'an narrowed his eyes, his voice turning icy. "Are you certain you wish to play the fool?"
In an instant, a chilling aura swept through the hall.
King Kaut stared at the composed Internet God and, for some reason, felt an inexplicable shiver of fear creep into his heart.
Soon, however, he grew furious at his own moment of weakness.
Suppressing his anger, he said, "Fine, I admit it. This matter was my mistake. How about this—ten tons of gold and ten thousand demon-slaying blades to settle the matter?"
Then, as if pained by his own offer, he added, "At the prices you charge in Keville, that’s enough to buy ten production lines!"
Yu Sheng'an smiled. "If you could buy ten, why didn’t you just purchase them from me directly? Why resort to stealing?"
The moment the word "stealing" left his lips, King Kaut’s face flushed red with fury.
He roared furiously, "Internet God, don’t push your luck! Do you think my dwarven race fears you?"
Yu Sheng'an's eyes flickered with dangerous light.
He took a slight breath and said, "Look, you stole from me, yet I didn’t bring an army to your doorstep. That should tell you I came with a peaceful stance. So, who’s really pushing their luck here? Think carefully."
Before the dwarves could respond, Yu Sheng'an continued,
"I won’t waste words. I’ll give you two choices: First, submit to me, and I’ll grant you access to industrial technology. Second—annihilation."
The moment those last four words left his lips, the dwarven palace fell deathly silent.
The next instant, Dwarven King Kaut burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Annihilation? Hahaha… The Internet God actually dares to threaten us with annihilation? Hahaha…"
The dwarves in the hall followed suit, mocking him with jeering laughter.
After a long while, the Dwarven King’s smile faded, replaced by scorn. "You really think your production lines are so impressive? Fine, I admit the ones you invented are slightly better. But once taken apart, they’re nothing special—just more complicated gears!"
"That might stump stupid humans, but it won’t stump the great dwarves!"
"It won’t be long before we crack the secrets of your production lines—no, we’ll surpass them! And once we combine them with our unique enchantment techniques, your Dragon Factory will be nothing but a joke!"
Yu Sheng'an nodded calmly. "So, you’re speaking for the dwarven race and choosing the second option?"
"The second option? Who the hell do you think you are? One of the Five Great Righteous Gods? Even they had to retreat in defeat before us!"
Before Dwarven King Kaut could respond, the dwarves in the hall leaped to their feet, hurling vicious taunts.
"Hah! I still have a Life Priest’s skull mounted on my wall—want me to fetch it for you?"
"Hey, just between us, my chamber pot is made from a beastmen shaman’s skull."
"Annihilation? Oh, I’m so scared! Hahaha…"
The dwarves laughed wildly, their confidence at its peak after surviving invasions by the Five Great Righteous Gods and the Beast God.
At this moment, not only were the dwarves brimming with arrogance, even Aphnora and Phoebus couldn’t help but glance at Yu Sheng'an with concern.
Sure, it felt good to throw down the gauntlet—but what came next?
Were they really going to attack Kazad-dûm?
The problem was, Kazad-dûm wasn’t like other domains.
This place was a nightmare.
First, as a medium-sized domain, gods couldn’t directly intervene.
Even divine projections would be suppressed by the world’s rules, reducing their power to less than that of a mage.
Second, its entirely hollowed-out underground world severely limited the effectiveness of most armies.
Whether it was the infamous Undead Legion, the Undying Legion, or even the God of War’s Legion—none could operate at full strength here. Even the Earth Mother Goddess would only be slightly stronger than an ordinary earth-affinity God of Magic.
Finally, dwarves were too stubborn to be tamed. If this war dragged on, it would be nothing but a futile effort.
"You gods are nothing but pitiful worms enslaved by your Godhood! How dare you call yourselves deities? Compared to our master, the Titan, you're just oversized insects! You dare threaten us? Do you really think resisting the Five Great Righteous Gods means you defeated them... Damn it! Retreat!"
Dwarven King Kaut's mocking words had barely left his lips.
A scorching wave of unbearable heat suddenly descended upon the dwarven palace!
—Yu Sheng'an had struck.
The annihilation strike that had once wiped out vast armies of three gods on the Keville frontlines was unleashed once more upon the world.
In the blink of an eye, the dwarven palace was reduced to a molten sea of magma!
"Ah—!"
"No—!"
Screams erupted from the seats of the dwarven chieftains lining the hall.
Countless magic artifacts on their bodies activated in desperation—only to shatter moments later!
"Crack! Pop! Bang!"
The sounds of breaking artifacts filled the hall like a cacophony of firecrackers.
Some chieftains, caught completely off guard by Yu Sheng'an's sudden assault, didn't even have time to scream—their bodies instantly cooked, filling the air with the thick scent of cooked flesh.
Others, more cautious and laden with protective artifacts, barely withstood the first wave—only to be swallowed by the raging magma and the relentless follow-up strikes.
"Internet God, I swear eternal enmity with you!"
Dwarven King Kaut roared as a massive giant worm burst from behind him, swallowing him whole before crashing into the rocky walls and vanishing in an instant.
At the same time, more thick-skinned giant worms broke through the magma, devouring the surviving chieftains before fleeing in frenzy.
Amid the surging magma, countless portals flickered to life within the hall.
Demonic figures stepped forth from the glowing arrays.
"Slaughter every living thing!"
Yu Sheng'an's gaze was ice-cold as he issued the slaughter order.
"Kekeke…"
"As you command, Great One!"
The demons cackled wildly, surging out of the stone hall and into the lantern-lit underground caverns.
In moments, the sounds of battle and agonized screams echoed through the caverns, reverberating endlessly.
It all happened so fast—by the time the demons began their massacre, Aphnora and Phoebus were still frozen in shock.
"Ajef, what are you—?" Aphnora's face was a mask of disbelief.
She was stunned by Yu Sheng'an's reaction.
This was far too extreme!
This strike might have been satisfying, but it had also cemented an unbreakable enmity.
Worse, given the dwarves' forging prowess, now that they had obtained the production lines, they could very well replicate them.
Who was to say they wouldn't surpass the Dragon Factory in the future?
"If they choose annihilation, then I shall oblige them," Yu Sheng'an replied coldly.
"But even the Five Great Righteous Gods—even the Beast God—failed to conquer Kazad-dûm. We—"
Aphnora's voice wavered with uncertainty.
The current victory might seem glorious, but against a dwarven population numbering in the hundreds of millions, what did this strike truly accomplish?
It would only drive the dwarves to absolute hatred—straight into the arms of their potential enemies!
"Do you look down on me?"
Yu Sheng'an suddenly turned to Aphnora, all traces of his usual carefree demeanor gone—replaced by a madness that ran bone-deep.
"I'm beating the shit out of the very hard nut even the Five Great Righteous Gods couldn't crack! Fuck, acting tough in front of me? Just watch me slaughter them all!"
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