Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 862 - 802 The Battle of Kuafu_2

"King! There are too many enemies! There aren’t enough golems!" The dwarf attendant implied bluntly to Visergg that he should do something. The King of the Dwarves really wanted to, but as a mere mortal, he couldn’t control the Father of All Dragons, right.

"Uncle! Why doesn’t the great Father of All Dragons help us?"

It’s strange, the Father of All Dragons hangs overhead, witnessing the dark mass of the insect army. He should at least help, but now, not even a burst of fire, nor a loud shout can be heard.

Upon this, the Red Dragon Priest snorted coldly.

"Do not question the Father of All Dragons, scrutinize yourself."

Fleisheimer remained silent, giving the Dwarf King a knowing look.

Visergg felt he understood; his recent disloyal remarks must have displeased the Father of All Dragons. Treating the massive dragon as a supreme deity is absolutely unacceptable. He must show the dwarves’ reverence for the dragon, put simply, he needed to speak more flatteries.

Though Visergg had doubted the dragon before, now he should kneel and beg for forgiveness, but that would dampen morale; he is the King of the Dwarves, a wise ruler. All said, Visergg couldn’t swallow his pride. Although he returned to the Red Dragon faith and was disloyal for a few minutes, shame made it hard for him to instantly correct his mindset. But no worries, the Dwarf Race has many such blind Red Dragon enthusiasts. He needs a warrior of love and justice, and Visergg communicated the order.

On the other side of the world barrier, the Father of All Dragons, Yemotar, watched in silence. He indeed kept his mouth shut. After realizing that his power could not mistakenly harm the dwarves, why should he aid these reptiles coveting his daughter? Let them deplete against the Fire Beetles. If they can’t win, just breathe another dragon fire to create a moving spring for them. Dwarves, after all, benefit from a bit of suffering for their racial development.

Now confined in the Land of Flame, unable to use powers beyond fire, failing to kill Little Mel’s Kin Clan would mean victory for dear old dad, no matter if it’s a complete or hard-fought victory. Thus, the dragon contentedly watched from afar, chatting casually with a few Elemental Lords who hinted at helping.

Hey, I just won’t help.

The dwarves found that warrior, and after discussing briefly on the battlefield, the slender warrior was launched by a golem to face a vast swarm of flying insects alone. His heroic bearing and carefree attitude caught the special attention of the Father of All Dragons. The undaunted courage sparked some admiration from the dragon.

Forgot to introduce him, this warrior, named Anxi Ranzu, is the chairman of the Imelt Wives Association, and a main focus of the Life Warlord Imelt. He flew through the air, shouting with unmatched vigor, a serious expression, and astonishing speed.

"Dear father-in-law above! Please accept your son-in-law’s bow! Though not approved yet, I know Imelt will definitely be my wife. At this life-or-death moment, I want to speak my heart to the father-in-law. After this battle, I’ll take little Imelt back to our hometown to marry, planning to hold a wedding in Mackenbert and at her mother’s place. After the wedding, we’ll settle in the Great Furnace but will visit you from time to time. Oh, about the little dragonfolk, I plan to have twenty, though Imelt will surely be shy, I know she wants to conceive our love’s crystals with me. One of them I want to name after father-in-law; even if someday you pass away, you will still live on in our lives in some form..."

He kept babbling, but it no longer mattered.

The doom overhead, once again ignited. The facial muscles of the Father of All Dragons twitched, Mr. Dragon now seemed more like a mad flame element, his whole body emitting flames.

"Go die, you pest!!!"

The sun, no, something bigger than the sun, engulfed Anxi Ranzu and the insects around him.

The well-prepared dwarves hid behind the golem, and in the bright light, Visergg Firehammer revealed a satisfied smile.

"The Father of Dragons really loves the dwarves, sparring not his power for such a fool." In the heart of the Dwarf King, the Father of Dragons was now equated with a merciful elder.

From the sunken heaps of the Fire Digger, the Molten Golem emerged unscathed. He raised his arms high, emotionally shouting.

"Father-in-law has agreed!"

"Agreed my ass!" Another sun-like blast bombarded the Molten Golem, whose body solidified further in the light and heat.

The watching dwarves wept painfully, deeply moved.

"The merciful father-in-law is so gentle, fearing this lad might chill."

The King of the Dwarves was spirited, waving dismissively under the horrified gaze of General Marshim.

"Come, followers of the Red Dragon! We will march in song, praising the great Father of Dragons with our enemies’ bones!"

The battle, no, the slaughter began.

Dwarves charged into the swarm, shouting loudly: "Father-in-law, I love you!" Wherever they went, ashes scattered, lava surged, and the Red Dragon son-in-law charged around like an undefeated war god.

"Father-in-law, I love you! Mother-in-law, I love you, Imelt, I love you! Father-in-law, I love your whole family!!!"

"Die!!! Just die!!! All of you f***ing die!!! Bugs!!!!"

"I’m crying to death, he really loves us, his family!!!"

The swarm collapsed under the heaven-sent wrath, not defeated by the Dwarves, but by a god, beaten by the bond between god and the Dwarves (laugh).

General Marshim, like a small bug hit by a disaster, floated in the air, silently observing all that was happening, his heart filled with resentment and humiliation.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, that was Visergg Firehammer, King of the Dwarves, thrown into view. Holding his hammer, covered in dust, only his eyes fiercely dazzling.

"In the name of the hammer, I declare Red Dragon Imelt the Mother of the Dwarf Kingdom, and etch the dragon lineage into the Dwarf Race’s genealogy!!!"

"+$&@_&#&_..."

The voice of the Father of All Dragons became inaudible amidst the explosion, but he must have been very moved.

The King of the Dwarves, bearing the judgment of apocalypse from the sky, looks down upon General Marshim.

"You are right, self-reliance is indeed important, General Marshim..."

The scalding flames poured down overhead.

The King of Golems let out a mocking voice, smashing Fire Digger from the sky.

"But being favored by the gods is indeed quite thrilling."

...

Dwarf epoch of the Agate Moon.

After the Dwarf Race faced the attack of the swarm, with the great help of the Father of All Dragons, Yemotar, we annihilated the swarm.

Mackenbert was destroyed, most of the city sunk into the Great Furnace, King Visergg Firehammer began the reconstruction of Mackenbert. The scale of the new city will be larger than the old, besides, our race can now swim in the lava.

About that epic battle, although future generations might find it somewhat insulting to pride, Dwarven Historians have unanimously named this battle in a public vote as: The Battle of Kuafu.

Praise Father-in-law!!!

...

After the battle, the Golem army transformed back into Dwarves.

"How did you all turn back?"

"Don’t you know? It’s thermal expansion and contraction!"