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Chapter 658: The Beginning of the Divine War
Dumason raised his hand. The "Silent Conservator" merely gestured, and the entire Blackstone Mountain trembled at his command. The ground roared like a waking beast, its deep, rumbling growl shaking the very bones of the Empire’s army. Even the mightiest soldiers felt a primal terror—helpless, overwhelmed.
The sky turned gloomy, dark clouds swallowing the light, winds howling like mournful spirits. It was a harbinger of doom.
“Kai Xiusu above!”
“What in the name of the gods is that dwarf doing? How can he be this powerful? It’s impossible!”
“Look—look at the sky! The mountain—it’s collapsing!”
A half-dragon officer, trembling with fear, stared upward, his mouth agape, voice cracking with a hoarse scream. “The peak—it’s falling!”
Boom—
A thunderous explosion split the air. Blackstone Mountain howled, split as if cleaved by a god’s axe. Massive debris, boulders, and soil tumbled down in a torrential avalanche, like a thousand warhorses charging through the sky. Dust and smoke rose in a storm, swallowing the land.
The mountain was collapsing.
Mud and stone, frenzied and relentless, buried nearly a thousand Imperial soldiers beneath the ruins of Aivendeldan City in an instant.
This was Dumason’s wrath.
This was the retribution of The Silent Conservator.
But it was only the beginning.
Holding his Molten Hammer high, Dumason swung it back and forth. The earth responded to his will, groaning with each motion. Boom— The ground cracked open, molten magma surging from the depths, as if the mountain itself were aflame, ready to consume everything.
This was no mere eruption—it was divine fury. The Shield Dwarf’s guardian deity had no intention of letting the Empire’s entire army survive. He meant to bury them all beneath the mountain, a tomb for the fallen dwarf.
From his silver flame eyes blazed a torrent of wrathful fire, radiating an aura so intense that even birds and beasts a hundred miles away fled in terror.
“Damn it—spells are failing! The Weave of Magic, space itself—it’s all locked down!”
An Imperial mage screamed in disbelief.
Above Blackstone Mountain, a hemispherical barrier of yellowish-brown light—spanning miles in diameter—had formed, sealing the peak in a prison of divine power. The furious Dumason had used his divine authority to block all magic, space, and dimensional flow. Now, only raw, unfiltered elemental earth energy remained.
This was the power of a deity. Even a common avatar, a mere vessel, could crush countless mortal entities with ease.
Drool, the Great Goblin commander, brandished his dagger toward the distant dwarf, ignoring the deity’s status, and roared, “Damn it—stop him at all costs!”
There were tens of thousands of elite Imperial troops here, over a hundred tanks. If they all died in this tiny city, his career would be over. His life would be forfeit—court-martialed, or worse, buried in the rubble.
And even he—Drool—might not survive. He could easily perish alongside the army in this apocalypse.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Rapid gunfire erupted. Over a hundred sniper rifles fired from every direction, unleashing high-experience-point anti-magic and anti-material rounds at the stone dwarf’s vital points.
Then, over a hundred tanks opened fire. Hundreds of heavy cannons roared in unison. Two-headed dragons soared above, raining shells like a storm of fire. The bombardment fell upon Dumason like a divine hammer.
Explosions ripped through the earth, shaking the ground violently. The area where Dumason stood was swallowed by fire and smoke. The Imperial artillery had carved a deep pit, dozens of meters wide, into the mountain’s face.
But when the smoke cleared…
Dumason still stood.
Unharmed. Unmoved.
Around him, the ground was piled high with molten metal fragments and spent shell casings.
“How… how is this possible?”
“Kai Xiusu above! He’s not even scratched!”
“That was the most powerful explosive round—enough to crush a heavy tank! How could he take that with his flesh?!”
Imperial officers and soldiers stared in disbelief. As military veterans, they knew the terrifying power of these weapons. To survive such a barrage—unscathed—was beyond comprehension.
Drool’s face darkened, his expression like ink about to bleed. “Keep firing! Increase the firepower! I want to see how many explosions he can endure!”
Under his command, the bombardment intensified. The already scarred and broken land was left in utter ruin.
But Dumason remained untouched. Yet, seeing the earth torn apart, the Shield Dwarf’s fury flared even higher. He would make every one of these damned Dragon’s favored pay.
With a cold, piercing gaze, Dumason raised his Molten Hammer and brought it down with a mighty swing.
Instantly, burning boulders rained from the sky, striking with terrifying precision into the Imperial frontline.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dozens of steam tanks exploded instantly. Hundreds of heavy cannons were shattered. Snipers hiding in the ruins were crushed into pulp.
Worse still—when the rocks hit the ground, they sank into the earth like stones in mud, merging with the soil. The metal fragments, the severed limbs, the blood—everything became nourishment for the land.
Drool’s eyes turned crimson. He ground his teeth until they cracked. “You damned dwarf! Even if you’re a deity of arrogant supremacy, I’ll turn you into scrap!”
Misha stood solemn, his face grim. He turned to Smaug and said, “Now is the time. We can only pray for our master’s intervention. Smaug, hold him off as long as you can.”
Roar?
Smaug let out a panicked scream, staring at the dwarf who wielded thunderbolts and shattered armies with a mere gesture. After a moment of hesitation, he spread his wings and summoned his dozen Wyvern subordinates. Though he didn’t lead the charge, he followed behind the vanguard—his kin, cannon fodder.
Misha closed his eyes, his voice trembling with piety. He chanted the sacred prayer, pouring every ounce of his soul into the final ability of a Dragon Oath Mage: 【Cross-Dimensional Breath】.
“Supreme Emperor of Ember, Monarch of Cataclysm and Fire, Great Red Dragon of Glory and Victory—your servant is in peril. A foe from the Outlands, a dwarf deity, has risen against us!”
The air trembled. The prayer resonated through the world.
Dumason abruptly lifted his head, silver flame eyes locking onto the distant horizon.
Roar!
But then, several mindless Wyverns, heedless of their fate, charged forward under Smaug’s command—only to explode midair, torn apart by invisible force, raining down blood.
The remaining Wyverns flinched in fear. Yet, under Smaug’s bloodline suppression, they let out shrill cries and continued their suicidal dive.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Monoliths fell from the sky, crushing the Wyverns into the earth. The sandstorm grew fiercer. Dumason didn’t even look. He had already slaughtered them all—only Smaug remained, trembling in terror far away.
“Dwarf… don’t come any closer,” Smaug shrieked, flapping his wings desperately, trying to flee this deathtrap.
But seeing the twenty-meter-long ancestral Wyvern, Dumason finally seemed intrigued. He raised his Molten Hammer.
A dull ochre-yellow light flooded the sky. An overwhelming aura of intimidation descended like a storm. Dust storms roared through the air, nearly throwing Smaug from the sky. But the Wyvern summoned his ancestral bloodline, fighting with everything he had.
Yet Dumason only gave the hammer a gentle sway.
The ground erupted. Jagged rocks shot upward, aiming to pierce Smaug.
Then—Misha finished his prayer.
He opened his eyes. Golden flames blazed within them.
“O Most High, I, Misha, humble Pact Servant, invoke Your sacred presence!”
His voice roared like a wildfire.
The covenant’s power exploded. The bond stretched across dimensions, broke through the magical blockade, and called forth from beyond the world—his lord and master, Kai Xiusu Claudew Noirikexius.
“Spines—!”
The ochre-yellow sky tore open with a deafening crack. A crimson-red fissure split the heavens like a wound, blazing with fire.
Whoosh—
A searing gale swept through the mountains. A draconic aura, fierce and absolute, swept across the land—equal in power to Dumason’s own divine presence.
All eyes turned skyward.
A massive, crowned head—four horned like a royal crown, radiating dignity—emerged from the rift. Pale golden eyes, like molten lava orbs, burned with fury.
Then, vast, shadowing dragon wings unfurled from the rift. A body like a mountain rose, followed by a spine as long as a ridge, curling and coiling.
Roar—
The Red Dragon loomed over the earth, eyes blazing with wrath, his roar shaking the very air. He flapped his wings, summoning a storm of fire that swept across the land.
Instantly, Dumason’s earthen domain began to retreat. Half the sky turned crimson, orange, a realm of fire.
“Kai Xiusu above!”
“That… that’s His Majesty, the Emperor!”
“Ember, Long Live the Emperor! Great Red Dragon, Long Live!”
The Imperial soldiers, moments ago paralyzed by fear, now erupted into cheers. Their eyes burned with frenzy, with joy. To them, the Emperor of the Ashen Flame was victory itself. His arrival meant the war was already won.
The horrors they had just endured?
They meant nothing. Compared to witnessing the Emperor’s arrival—nothing mattered. This was the dream of every Imperial soul.
Seizing the chance, the barely-living Smaug flapped his wings and fled, relieved beyond words, letting out a triumphant roar:
“Dwarf! His Majesty has arrived—you’re finished!”
Dumason ignored the mortals’ panic. He lifted his head, expression grave, his silver flame eyes fixed upon the Red Dragon in the sky.
And in that moment, Kai Xiusu’s mind received the dwarf’s profile.
【The Silent Conservator – Dumason (Possessed Avatar)】
Challenge Rating: 33
Kai Xiusu swiftly recalled what he knew of the dwarf: The Silent Conservator, god of the Shield Dwarves and guardian of mines. A deity of moderate divine power.
He had expected the Dwarf Pantheon to react when he declared war on the High Mountain Kingdom. After all, this was one of the last true dwarf realms in the Prime Material Plane.
But he never expected Dumason himself to descend—directly opposing the Ashen Empire.
Yet now, possessed of a remnant body and hindered by the Ogre Pantheon’s influence, Dumason’s strength had been severely weakened. He was even weaker than Kai Xiusu’s true form.
And Kai Xiusu still held the dwarves’ greatest weakness in his hand: the tens of thousands of Shield Dwarves imprisoned in the Molten Sanctum, and the Eye of Ghush.
With that in mind, Kai Xiusu feigned fury, roaring, “Dumason! You have crossed the border! Outer Plane deities have no right to meddle in the affairs of the Material Realm!”
The Silent Conservator remained silent. He simply stared at the Red Dragon, slowly raising his Molten Hammer.
Though he spoke no word, the divine authority in his presence made his meaning clear in Kai Xiusu’s mind.
Red Dragon. You and your followers have massacred and plundered our people. You have conquered our cities. You have crossed our line.
Kai Xiusu sneered. “Your kind cannot defend Aivendeldan from the ogres. Only the Empire can. Surrender the city, and we may still negotiate. But your descendants refused. We had no choice.”
“Lies!”
A thunderous voice roared in Kai Xiusu’s mind. Dumason’s rage intensified. His silver flame eyes blazed with fury. The sky shook. The earth trembled.
Blackstone Mountain itself seemed ready to collapse upon Kai Xiusu.
Yet Kai Xiusu stood unafraid. He lifted his head and roared back, “You dwarves are as stubborn as ever. Very well—let strength settle this!”
In an instant, the Red Dragon’s wings flared. A thousand spells ignited around him, their auras dancing in dazzling harmony.
The sky behind him burned like a blazing inferno. Air warped with heat. The storm of fire raged across the land.
Divine Power of the Sun.
Fire Authority of the Elemental Plane.
The Dragon Crystal in Kai Xiusu’s chest pulsed like a miniature sun, radiating blinding light, spitting ember sparks of terrifying power.
The Red Dragon’s jaws parted. White smoke poured out, and flames licked between his teeth—his breath was gathering.
Dumason remained calm. He grunted, lifting his Molten Hammer once more, swinging it again and again.
Boom—
The earth obeyed. Rocks rose from the ground, fusing to his body, forming a towering figure a hundred meters tall—like a living mountain, a colossal dwarf carved from stone.
This stone titan stood like a primordial titan, heavy as the earth itself, radiating an unstoppable aura of divine authority.
Now, two colossi—one in sky, one on earth—faced each other.
The collision was inevitable.
The war had truly begun.
(End of Chapter)
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