Only God-Chapter 602 - 508 Golan in Imminent Danger (Two in One)

Despair spread throughout the Golan Kingdom.

When news that the King was captured spread across the nation, Golan had already fallen into perilous danger.

No one could have predicted that the Dwarves would one day forge an invincible army.

The strength of the Dwarves not only shocked Golan but also stunned neighboring countries.

The Golan Kingdom often formed alliances through marriage with foreign kings and lords to maintain friendships, prosperity, and stability of the nation. But when Golan requested assistance from the neighboring Caslram Republic, they received a flat rejection.

The Caslram Republic was a commercial city-state republic, thriving on sea trade and connecting Dwarven nations with trade routes to the Danschel Empire. Initially, many members of the council advocated for sending aid, but upon hearing of the Golan King’s capture, the merchants of the Republic chose to tear up the alliance.

"The Golan Kingdom being conquered is only a matter of time, Laiendos is clearly siding with the Dwarves."

"Rather than sending troops and jeopardizing our relationship with the Dwarves, it’s better not to help either side; that way, we can make the most profit."

"The envoy from the Danschel Empire stated a few days ago that their vast empire would take the side of the Dwarves."

"Even the King has been captured,"

"they have no chance of defeating the Dwarves!"

The King of Golan being captured, the unstoppable force of the Dwarves, and pressure from Danschel prompted the Caslram Republic to weigh the pros and cons and choose to refuse.

"Your King has already been captured; you no longer have any of noble lineage to negotiate with."

The neighboring Caslram Republic gave a negative response, tearing up their treaty out of fear for the Dwarves’ power and refusing to send military aid.

The Golan envoy had no choice but to return to the Royal City in disgrace, reporting the neighbor’s response to the tearful Queen.

"Those profit-driven merchants! I knew they were all scoundrels!"

The Queen, of course, was furious, lying impotently on her throne and convulsing non-stop.

The envoys sent to other neighboring countries received less than satisfactory replies. When the kings and lords who were allied with the Golan Kingdom heard of the Golan King’s capture, they all hesitated. Only a few upheld their agreements. Some even directly advised the Golan Kingdom to negotiate peace or surrender outright, accepting mediation to gain favorable terms.

When the troops obtained from other countries totaled less than four thousand men, even some of the lords and nobles of the kingdom chose to sit by and watch, and the princes and nobles of the Golan Kingdom finally realized they were reaping the bitter consequences of underestimating the Dwarves.

After all, who allowed such reckless attacks? Who let their King be captured?

People saw Divine and the King as the reason for the Kingdom’s existence, symbolizing the entirety of the Kingdom.

In such desperate times, an atmosphere of bitter regret pervaded the Royal City of Nuo Lang, but the march of the Dwarves did not stop due to the Golan people’s regret.

Maxwell, under house arrest, distinctly sensed the gloom enveloping the air above Royal City Nuo Lang.

Those royal servants who had previously scorned and neglected him seemed to have retracted their previous arrogance these last few days and became much more attentive.

Initially perplexed, Maxwell soon discovered why.

Facing the invincible Dwarf army, their King had been defeated. Fortresses and cities along the way had been conquered, with virtually no one achieving victory against the Dwarven military might. Fear and despair were rampant.

It was then that the people in the Royal City finally remembered that, although Maxwell had lost the Helong Mountain Range, he had once achieved a victory.

How desperate the entire Golan Kingdom was that even this minor victory, incapable of turning the tide, seemed so precious and began to be celebrated by thousands.

"You call me a Dwarf-slayer, a Dwarf-nemesis?"

Maxwell found it amusing.

"No, that was just luck, and I am waiting for a trial; I am a criminal and can do nothing."

After speaking, Maxwell sighed sadly.

His King was captured.

Even though Hudson treated him thus and placed him under house arrest, Maxwell could not help mourning, mourning not only for his King but for the nation beneath his feet.

Now, as a criminal under house arrest, guarded day and night, all he could do was watch helplessly as the Kingdom fell.

With extensive experience, Maxwell inferred from the continued loss of fortresses and the swift march of the Dwarves that the Dwarves were slaughtering and plundering. The cruel Dwarf King did not come to govern Golan; he came to conquer it, to enslave the people of Golan again.

Merely a dozen days ago, thinking of these things, Maxwell would clench his fists at the Dwarves’ brutal actions.

But now, Maxwell felt utterly disheartened, as he had yet to hear any news of the princes and nobles deciding to release him.

The current Royal City was without a leader, some wished to continue resisting while others thought of compromise. Some desperately wanted to rescue the King, and others were advocating for the immediate coronation of the Prince.

With the situation in chaos, those princes and nobles probably had little concern for Maxwell.

Sometimes, Maxwell would awaken from nightmares, tears uncontrollably falling, drenching his pillow--he dreamt of Golan being destroyed.